Your Regrets Means Nothing To Me Novel Novels & Stories

he whispered. Freya leaned into him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Everything,” she said softly. “Regrets?” he asked. She turned her head slightly, looking up at him. “No. Of course not,” she said. Her smile widened as she gazed into his beautiful silver eyes. “For the first time in my life, I don't have a single regret.” Diego kissed her temple, holding her tighter. “Now that's what I've always wanted to hear.”

I thought I would never be able to see you again at one point. I shook my head. "Thank you for saving me." His eyes twinkled with hope and expectation. "Liv… Regardless of what happened in the past, we could still start over, right?" Perhaps sharing a life-and-death experience gave us the courage to move forward. Both of us did not want to lose each other anymore. I was about to nod when I heard my phone vibrating at the side. The sounds of the vibration reminded me of the awful reality of the situation I was in.

No on knows what happen and grace wants the past to be in past ,a nightmare which has passed away and a daydream which is now reality . Aaron won her heart after getting the warm response from his girl, happy to have her open up again after the months of receiving a cold shoulder. Whenever he hears his girl say I love you to him , he can’t get enough of her , he wants to hear it from the girl again and again because his heart is still not satisfied even after 3 years , but. His Grace has finally freed him from his regret after confessing to him from this last burden on his heart that is still there, regret .

She said that the two of us weren't at the same level and my days would be very hard. I smiled back then and said that I was just a fake daughter of an affluent family, so I was still the same as James in terms of status level. We were both from a poor family background. I felt that I didn't care if I had a difficult life. I was willing to accept everything because I fell in love with James. Rory shook her head back then and said that I was going to regret my decision. She was right. I was now regretting my decision. I had been wondering recently, would I live for a couple more years if I hadn't married James?

On every half‑finished notebook and abandoned document and deleted file I’d ever told myself I’d “come back to later.” Around me, the others shifted in their seats. No one said anything, but the air changed—breaths held a little too long, shoulders drawing in, eyes flicking to the sign and away. They didn’t know what “Author’s Graveyard” meant. They knew it wasn’t going to be theirs. I swallowed. My throat felt too small. I curled my fingers into my palm, thumb rubbing over the angry, faintly glowing mark on my ring finger—the Regret Brand that had served as my ticket to the Gate.

“I'll fetch you when I'm back from work. Rest up, we're going to have a passion filled wedding night.” Nausea choked me at the thought of a passion filled anything with Greg. I gagged and was suddenly grateful that I'd had nothing to eat. At least there was nothing to throw up. Needless to say, I didn't rest well. I spent a few moments shouting, hoping that Greg's grandmother would hear me and come to my aid - no such luck. I then spent the rest of the afternoon plunged into the depths of my regrets. And then darkness fell, and the room became so dark that I could barely see my hand in front of my face.

Frustration. "Tell me, Hailey," he whispered, moving into me. "Do you regret it? Giving up on us?" I held my ground, gazing at him unflinchingly. "No." Something flickered in his eyes—hurt, anger, regret. He concealed it almost immediately, but I saw it. His hands twitched at his sides. "You should." I smiled slowly. "I regret nothing. But you? You should regret coming here." I wasn't fast enough, and he got there first, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. "You always were impulsive, Hailey."

He climbs slowly to his feet, grunting as he stretches out his back, before reaching down to pick up my plate. “Do you ever regret it?” I can’t help but ask, though I’m not even sure what I want to know. Regret life? Regret logging? He seems to understand what I mean though, as he smiles gently. “Nothing in life is ever worth regretting. You see, Lena, regret is like mold. You can scrub and scrub until it’s out of sight, but it always comes back if you let things get damp again. So, I try not to let life get damp.”

Nico POV I regretted nothing. Life was just too fucking short to regret the decisions I’d made in the past. And now, while I had my cock buried deep inside the woman that had ultimately changed my life forever, I knew that for as long as I had her, I would never regret a damn thing. I would never regret saving her. I would never regret killing my own flesh and blood in order to keep her and I would never regret the day I had her kidnapped. Did that make me a soulless bastard?

Regret washes over his face, etching lines of sorrow and remorse. "You're right, Nora. You were never meant to be caught in the crossfire of our rivalry," Jay admits, his voice filled with regret. "I should have protected you, shielded you from the pain and the choices that were forced upon you." Nora gazes at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. The regret in Jay's expression mirrors the tumultuous emotions swirling within her own heart. "I never wanted any of this," Nora whispers, her voice barely audible. "I never wanted to be a pawn in your family's feud. I just wanted to live my own life, make my own choices."