You Ll Regret Refusing Me Novels & Stories

I said. “You don’t get to reject me,” he growled. “I won’t accept it.” Now I am losing my patience. “This isn’t a negotiation, Dylan. I’m done. I won’t be your mate, your healer, or your possession. Not in this life or any other.” He stepped closer, voice low and filled with poison. “You’ll regret this.” I looked at him straight and said, “I already regret trusting you.” The silence that followed was suffocating.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Bethany sighed, as if tired, but her voice remained firm. “If you move back in, you will not have my support.” “I’m not asking for it,” I replied. Another pause followed my response them Bethany muttered a colder voice, “You will regret this.” I inhaled then voiced skowly, “Maybe, maybe not.” “And if you do,” she added, “don’t come crying to me.” “I’ve never come crying to you,” I replied flatly.

"This isn't a fairy tale. And don’t mistake this for romance. I will never kneel for anyone, least of all you." Something shattered inside me, but I shoved it down where it belonged. "I've accepted that happily ever after isn't in my cards." The quiet truth hurt more than I expected. "You don’t have to remind me." Regret flickered in his eyes, fleeting and almost missed. I caught it before he could speak. I didn’t want his pity. "No. There has to be another way." My voice shook, resistance fraying at the edges. "Besides, I don’t have any appropriate clothes."

IMANI (typing): “Refund denied. Your crew broke the agreement. Next time, send professionals.” She tosses her phone aside and slowly removes her earrings, one by one. She leans back, removes her earrings one by one, and exhales sharply. IMANI You think you’ve won, Regan? You’ve only delayed me.

But eventually, I realized something. If I handled things well, Wilbur would take credit for securing the deal, and he would get the bonus. But if things went badly, it meant I was incompetent, and I had to compensate by paying a penalty. Funnily enough, the bonus still went to him. I let out a faint laugh and said calmly, "I can't do it." "What did you say?" Ruby asked, bewildered. She hadn't expected me to refuse. She was stunned for half a second before opening her mouth, ready to lose her temper and lash out at me.

This promise. "It's wrong," I say. "Very wrong." "We're going to regret it." "Probably." "But?" "But I don't care. Tonight. This night. For once, I don't care." ---

"Jasmine, that woman who broke your leg, I made her crawl on the ground for the rest of her life. That eases your pain, right?" I floated beside the tombstone, watching his increasingly haggard face but increasingly crazy eyes without a trace of emotion in my heart. Could these acts of revenge bring me back to life? No. So, they were meaningless. [Time remaining before return: 1 hour.] The system prompt sounded. Mom lost her dancing talent and became a cripple who had difficulty even walking normally. She locked herself in her old practice room every day, playing the video of me dancing when I was a child over and over again.

“Jane, I was wrong. Just let me off!” Then, a familiar voice rebuked me from behind. “Clara has always been weak. How could you push her into the pool in such cold weather?!” I turned around. Silas’ gaze was cold. His loud voice came with suppressed anger. [Silas came to say sorry to Jane. But it’s not going to happen now.] [He purposely bought the most expensive item to give Jane.] [He didn’t talk about it, but he still cares about her.] [But there’s going to be a misunderstanding between them now.]

He is asking each of us to pledge our loyalty! [Sign it? Wouldn't signing it be equivalent to openly proving our joint statement yesterday wrong? What will we become? Two-faced villains who petitioned earlier and defected afterward?] [Nonsense! Are you not signing? How dare you refuse? Didn't you read the email saying you'd be a witness for the company? If you do not sign, you will be siding with Cynthia! Look at the $3 million claim letter? You will be the next one in court!] [Where's Larry? Larry, say something! You started this!]

Charlie ordered icily. He stepped away, ignoring Sarah as she desperately tried to grab the hem of his pants. “If she refuses, hand over the evidence of attempted murder from five years ago to the police.” “Charlie! Don’t do this to me! I love you!” Sarah screamed in desperation. Charlie stopped at the doorway and glanced back slightly, his eyes filled with hatred and the deepest regret. “Your love is poison,” Charlie said sharply. “And I swear, I will crawl before Elena to repay every drop of my child’s blood that you spilled.”