Wynne's Regret Novels & Stories

"I want to hear your reason. Don't waste my time, I need to get home so I can sleep." "Because you're... beautiful?" Kyle replied, then earned another scoff from Wynn. "And you're hot. So? Thank you for the compliment, but I'm looking for something deeper than a few months riddled with regret. Goodbye." Kyle didn't realise he'd held his breath till he watched Wynn strut off in her tan Pumps. "Did I just get rejected *and* lectured?" ••• "Hey, you're home early." Caelyn, Wynn's best friend since highschool greeted as Wynn took off her shoes. She sat on a Couch with her laptop, working on lecture notes.

"Like what you said, I need to move forward. I love Nash so deeply, marked by submission and compromise, because I've never considered other men. Once I start considering other men, I'll realize there are many who are better than him. Then I'll definitely regret my decision." Yvonne also breathed a sigh of relief. Her frustration stemmed from Nina's continued relationship with Nash. If he were to betray her, Yvonne felt he wasn't even deserving of being called a decent human being. If Nina could see through his actions and distance herself, then Yvonne wouldn't have to worry about her anymore. "It's great that you can think like this," Yvonne said. "Let Nash cry with regret." Yvonne's mood i

"Rosalyn's really lucky. If Tim hadn't suddenly betrayed me, she would've died three days ago." She licked her dry lips and croaked, "I had it all planned—what a shame." Zayne watched her wild, unhinged behavior in silence. Then, he suddenly asked, "Do you regret it?" "Regret?" Naomi paused before laughing bitterly. "I've warned you before. You're going to reap what you sow," Zayne said softly, yet every word cut like a knife. Naomi's eyes slowly dimmed. "Actually, I've regretted it before."

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

Watched her manipulate and scheme, then turned it all back on her with a precision that would have been admirable if it wasn't destroying her life. "Well played," she whispered, clutching JJ closer as tears finally spilled down her cheeks. "Well fucking played." But as the initial shock wore off, something else replaced it. Regret and bitterness. After all, Jackson had put her through, why had she trusted him? Which responsible man would let his pregnant girlfriend go live with another man and even pin his baby on him, just for money? She had no one to turn to now that her foolishness had cost her everything.

On impulse, I had a death certificate forged and her name officially changed from Blackwood to Thorne. She got to start life anew and I got to be an integral part of that life. But once again, I let too much time pass before making a move. It had all been too complicated. There had never been a right time. I never wanted it to seem like I was taking advantage of her memory loss. And also, what if she woke up one morning and remembered? Would she want to remain with me? None of that mattered now anyway. Zayne was back to take what was rightfully his. And I would be back where I started. Watching.

“I know how hard it is to be around me sometimes, for everybody, and I know it must be especially difficult for you. But I like you, you see, and I just want to be by you. I want to press my cheek against your jacket and see what your hair feels like. I love to listen to you play, and I pretend sometimes you wrote a song just for me. And all of this, it isn’t fair to you, and for that I feel regret.” Regret. What an unusual choice of words. It isn’t wise to regret, not really, and it usually doesn’t do any good either. You regret things that happened and which you no longer have control over. You don’t regret the present, and you don’t regret the future. Bryony tended not to regret at all, i

"I see a man who rejected his mate because she wasn't good enough for him. I see someone who shattered a twenty-one-year-old girl and walked away without looking back. I see—" "I looked back." His grip tightened fractionally, desperation bleeding through. "Every day. Every single day for five years, I've looked back. I've thought about you constantly. Dreamed about you. Gone half-mad with—" "With what?" I yanked my arm free. "Regret? How nice for you. I spent those five years *surviving*. Rebuilding myself from the wreckage you left behind. So forgive me if I don't have sympathy for your suffering."

Graham's face darkened as he watched. Meanwhile, Cassidy let out a soft whimper and looked at him with wide, pleading eyes, hoping for him to intervene. But instead of stepping in, Graham grabbed my hand with a look of pure joy, as though he'd just found a lost treasure. "Whitney, you're finally back! I've searched everywhere for you these past few days. I almost thought you really didn't want me or our son anymore… "I've realized I was wrong about you. Cassidy knows she was wrong too. Please, don't hold this against her, okay? Let's start over. We can be happy again."

“Money, legacy, power—you’ll lose everything.” He opened his eyes, the resolve in them unshakable. “I already lost everything when I saw what you did to her.” And with that, he ended the call. --- Inside the mansion, Ny. Wiratama stared at her silent phone. Her hand shook as she placed it down. She wanted to scream, to throw something, but all that came out was a whisper. “He’s just like his father…” The old butler, standing discreetly by the doorway, looked at her with quiet pity. “Madam, forgiveness is sometimes the only way to win back what’s truly yours.”