You Ll Regret Refusing Me Novels & Stories

“What is wrong with you?” Her voice was sharp now. “No room for regret here.” She pointed at the money. “Have you forgotten something?” “Girl, nobody is coming to save you.” Her words landed hard. “No One!” “Not your parents.” “Not your school.” “Not the government.” “No one.” She leaned closer. “So what exactly are you regretting?” “This money can literally fix your problems.” She shook her head.“But you can’t keep doing this forever, Chloe.” “You can’t keep being full of regrets”.

” “Meadow, it’s for the best. You are still young, if you abort the pregnancy, then we can go back to the way we were before, remember we used to be best friends. But you have to get rid of the baby. If my parents find out, they will lose it, and they will definitely fire your parents and chase you and them out of our house. And besides, my parents will never accept their maid's daughter as the mother of my child. “Think about it Meadow, it’s in your best interest.” He said, grabbing my hands. His words cut deep making me feel like nothing more than garbage. I quickly pulled my hand away from him,I was so angry at myself for letting it come to this. I should never have let him touch me that

He didn't rush to rescue the moment. Elliot mentioned the contract he'd refused when he couldn't fund the training a client wanted to promise. Several employees still lost their jobs under the replacement operator. He told her this without asking to be praised for refusing a misleading offer. Tessa wondered what it cost him to say it to someone who had already been hurt by a persuasive man. “You don't regret refusing?” Tessa asked. “I regret that a refusal isn't a new job.” “You might be expecting applause.” He shook his head. “I'm hoping you understand why I'm careful when I tell someone I can keep a door open.”

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam

I said finally, my voice soft but steady, “you’re wrong. I don’t regret you. Not for a second.” Her voice softened but didn’t lose its edge. “Then prove it,” she challenged. “Prove it by meeting me. Show me that you’re not just waiting for an excuse to walk away.” Her words pierced me, and for a split second, all I could think about was holding her, making her understand. But then the weight of everything—the risks, the consequences—weighed down on me like a lead blanket. “I can’t,” I said, my voice heavy, regret filling the spaces between the words. “Not now.”

He wanted me? Too bad I couldn't want him. "You know what," I started. "Thank you and everything but that is out of the question. I'm afraid I'll have to refuse the honour of being your booty call." A look flashed in his gaze. Surprise. Surprise at my refusing his 'admission'. I near rolled my eyes; guess someone wasn't used to being told No. "And you refusing is out of the question," the jerk announced firmly. "You'd have to deal, then, or better yet, ask some other person," I said.

“Won’t you regret it, I mean she is kind and loving, couples usually have their ups and downs but divorcing each other is not the way out and I don’t want you to make a mistake that will turn out to regret tomorrow.” “I will not regret it and my decision will never end up as a mistake, you can go,” I replied coldly and she left. I will never regret letting her go, never.

"I never did things that involved Caesar, which I have regretted, Raine." Raine just stared at me for a few moments, as if she could read my mind. She sighed and glanced at the closed door for a few minutes before responding, "We'll see then." Raine sounded as if she didn't believe me, but I didn't say anything else. Instead, I just talked to myself quietly. I no longer love him, so rejecting him is the best choice to do and is something I know I will not regret. "That's right. I will not regret it." I softly whispered, just enough for Raine not to hear, sounding like I was convincing myself to believe in those words.

“Then just stay with me one more week.” I shook my head. He tried to bargain. “Then three days… two days, even… just two more days…” I shook my head every time. “Then give me just one more night,” he pleaded. “I want to make love to you… give me that, at least…” “I can’t,” I cried. “It’s better to regret the things you did than the things you didn’t.” I shook my head as the tears coursed down my cheeks. “Not if it hurts someone you love.”

I replied to Sushi and put on the thick cloak. Oft, a decision is cloud'd at which hour ang'r is within thy heart. I don't wish for you to regret this in the end, my own mistress. I shook my head. "Regret is inevitable. Either I will regret this or not, it's already on me when I reach that time." I replied to him. I know that the day will come when I will regret it, but I would rather that than the day when I regret not following through on this decision.