Wynne's Regret Novels & Stories

"The message is simple. Walk away from the Thornes. Walk away from Elara Vance. Walk away from everything you've built with them. Or the next knock won't be on a hotel door. It'll be on your girlfriend's apartment door. Three in the morning. No warning. No second chances." Damian was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "You're not going to touch her." "I don't want to. But Victor is losing patience. And when Victor loses patience, people die. You've seen it before. You know I'm telling the truth." "Then tell Victor to come himself." "Victor is in prison." "Then tell him to send someone scarier than you." The room went silent. Then Marcus laughed. It was a cold sound. Empty. "You have a death w

And now I'm on a run to escape far away from him. I can turn my life into a drama. I'll earn handsomely. Only that I wish it was as easy as it is in the dramas to move on from a heartbreak. The truth is… It still hurts. I still miss my son. I still miss being a Luna for Fred's pack. We came to the lining of the woods and stopped just outside it. Should I take a run? It'll do me good. ‘Let me rest a little first, Verena. My body is still throbbing from how the stranger fúcked us.’ Verity pleaded.

When I tried once more, the number had turned into a dead line. Just as despair was about to swallow me whole, my phone rang. Margaret's familiar voice rang out on the other end of the line. She sounded choked up as she said, "Don Cursley, I'm so sorry… If I had waited for you to come home on the day of the fire, nothing would've happened to Mrs. Cursley…" She kept apologizing while sobbing, but something in her words felt off. I asked hesitantly, "What do you mean?"

Otherwise, there would be even less of a chance in the future. And Yvonne could see clearly what kind of person the director was now. At this point, he was already beneath them, and it was only natural for them to look down on him. If only he had known how things would turn out, why had he acted that way in the first place? Regret had begun to creep into Yvonne’s heart. But was regret really of any use now? There was no way to make amends even if she wanted to. Most importantly, the director refused to see her at all, leaving her with no path to fix anything.

At least, Freya hadn't turned her back on him and that was the most important thing. However, he couldn't shake off the fact that he had already lost so much and was bound to lose more if he pushed further. His heart ached, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him as he thought of that. He poured another drink, the whiskey glugging into the glass. The sound echoed through the silence, a rhythm which matched his wandering thoughts. He leaned on the couch, his glassy eyes fixed on the whiskey bottle and empty glasses which littered the coffee table. He was lost in a sea of self-doubt and regret, the once-confident CEO now a shadow of his former self.

She was shocked when she glanced at it. She pulled out her IV, got up, and stormed to the door. Sean knew Winnie wouldn't actually want to divorce him. Even as a hint of softness flickered in his eyes, he kept his words sharp. "Do you regret it? Well, it's too late for that!" "Sean, I do regret it. I regret meeting you. I regret marrying you. Your lover probably has something planned!" As Winnie reached the doorway, Sean blocked her path. "What are you doing, Sean?" She took a step back, pressing a button on her phone.

"Someday—when you're on your knees in front of me, sobbing and begging for my forgiveness, begging me to let you see Ruby one last time… I'll tell you it's too late." I pushed the gurney forward and walked right past him. He reached for me. I yanked my arm free and kept moving. I didn't look back. Behind me, his voice rang out, desperate and angry, "Lynn, you're going to regret this!" I didn't slow down. But deep in my heart, I thought, 'No, Dan. You will.'

"I don't regret my decision. I would've saved whoever needed saving that day, regardless of whether it was you or not." I smiled and turned my head away, not wanting him to see the tears rolling down my cheeks. An intense wave of dizziness washed over me when I stood up after the nurse removed the needle, making me sway on my feet. James subconsciously reached out to support me, but I pushed him away gently. "I'm never going to bother you again, James. I'm going to let you go, so that I can set myself free too." Only after being reborn did I realize that James and I were like two thorny vines. The closer we got to each other, the more we hurt each other. Only after exhausting all my strength

“Please, don’t let me go.” But he pushed him away and locked the doors. It fell into the unknown, as the void ate his body into pieces. There was satisfied laugh came from Wayne. He detests that gruesome face, disfigured or not he didn’t want to see it. He remembered the actions he done in the past. He looked at him with amused eyes. “Deep down I might have regrets, but I enjoyed it. You deserve to die.” “Hoh? You sure about the?” The woman in the window reacted. Followed by chuckle, she knocked at the window and said, “You’re scared though? You act so tough but have proven something?”

"Aaron! I regret it! I really regret it! I regret not stopping my mom from asking you to pay for Christmas Eve dinner. I regret not stopping her when she stole the property deed. I regret not standing up for you when you needed me most! I regret not treating you well after marrying you, and I regret making you suffer so much!" Her voice was heart-wrenching and filled with endless regret, but I did not turn back. Some mistakes can never be undone. I closed the door, shutting out this unbearable past. Later, I heard that Winona had a difficult time. She could not hold her head up at work because of this incident. Her colleagues gossiped about her behind her back, calling her a mama's girl and