When Regret Comes Too Late Novels & Stories

{isla’s POV} I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face. Okay, his face isn’t ugly. It’s quite the opposite. But I just wish it was ugly so I could appropriately use this line; I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face! Anyways, I don’t regret a word I said about Cayden ‘cause it was all the truth! And it was better he joined at the end to hear it for himself! But as much as talking about how I dissed Cayden is such an interesting topic, it’s not the topic of interest right now.

For several seconds, he couldn't say anything else. The words seemed trapped inside his throat, painful and heavy but eventually, he forced himself to continue. "I..." His fingers curled tightly into his palms. "I didn't come here to confess feelings that will never reach you." A bitter smile appeared on his lips. "I know it's too late for that." His eyes lowered. "I came here because shame and guilt have dragged me down to the ground." "I came because regret has consumed me." His voice shook, every word sounded more difficult than the last. "I pushed you away because of my hatred."

There was a few silence for few seconds as he was absorbing my each and every word. "I wish I could tell them how much I love them and how much thankful I am for them one last time. I just missed my chance and still regretting it," Aiden said in a low voice. A tear escaped from my eye on the sound of Aiden's broken voice. How can someone hurt a beautiful angel like him this much? This regrettion phase happens with everyone. I've heard many stories where people were unable to tell how they felt for thier loved ones. And then it becomes too late to confess and the regret stays with the person forever.

After I took another knife for him and lost another pregnancy, Leander Croft finally agreed to marry me. On the day of the wedding, the bridal car never arrived. I only received a phone call from kidnappers who demanded my life in exchange for his. His voice crackled through the line, broken and faint. "Mila, just live. Do not come for me..." A kidnapper cut him off in the next second. "Mila Carver, do you want him alive? Get the ransom ready, then jump off Seaview Bridge." I ran back to my room to gather the money. When I opened the safe, I found a thick stack of documents titled "The Mila Carver Atonement Plan." It turned out that seven years earlier, the first time Leander had been

Like a song played without melody, technically complete, but utterly forgettable. What he’d shared with Ruby, although accidental, imperfect, and never sanctioned by fate, had been vivid. It had burned and laughed and hurt in equal measure. But it had lingered, this didn't. Regret crept in, cold and undeniable. Not just for crossing the line, but for realizing, too late, that crossing it had changed nothing. If anything, it had taken something away.

"I admit it! I regret everything! I was stupid! I thought I liked Lynn. The truth was, I had already fallen in love with you. When you left, it took me only half a year of being with Lynn to regret my decision. Zachary and I tried to look for you. Can you please come home with us?" I regretted my decision to head out alone to get some contact lenses. Who knew that I would end up meeting that wretched man again? "My wedding celebration is tomorrow. I don't want to waste time arguing with you. Get out of my face!" "I've made mistakes in the past, Mabel. But everyone would have made mistakes. Please give me a chance. I..." Quinton looked at me affectionately and reached out to try to hug me. Un

He crushed the cigarette out, the embers sparking and then dying under his thumb. I watched, unmoved. The Caleb I once loved had never cared about my preferences, my comfort, or my feelings. This remorse felt like too little, too late. His shoulders shook, his voice barely a whisper, "Grace, I know I was wrong. Please, I’m begging you, come back. I was a fool. I shouldn’t have been so blind. I should have believed her." He clutched the urn tighter, his head hanging low. "I’ve avenged you. I made them pay. Can you… can you forgive me now?"

If you asked Bianca right now what their purpose was, she might just blink and say: “Uh… filming a reality show about exchanging sincerity?” … The Regence Building wasn’t exactly close to the hotel. Because Candice asked, “Can you go any faster?”, Rex managed to cut a 30-minute trip down to 15. And that was only because traffic lights got in his way. If not, he could’ve gone even faster. The final drift stop left both ladies looking like porcelain dolls from a horror flick—so pale they could scare off ghosts. “Fast enough?” Rex turned back, seeking praise. Candice covered her mouth, climbed out of the car clutching the door, and threw up.

She sang the next song that came on, but she changed some of the words so that she could be singing about Romero “Sometimes late at night..I lie awake and watch him sleeping…He’s lost in peaceful dreams…so I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark..and the thought crosses my mind….If I never wake up in the morning….would he ever doubt…the way I feel about him in my heart……if tomorrow never comes…will he know how much I love him….did I try in every way…to show him every day…that’s he’s my only one…..and if my time on earth were through….and he must face this world without me..is the love I gave him in the past…gonna be enough to last…if tomorrow never comes….’Cause I’ve lost loved ones

I wish I changed myself for the better and made amends to the people I have hurt. Too late for regrets. Wish I felt this sooner. Too late for guilt to consume me. I should’ve said sorry, sincerely. Too late for everything. I hoped for a second chance. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact. A loud crash can be heard from this place. It happened so soon.