Your Regrets Means Nothing To Me Novel Novels & Stories

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?

The one with sharp eyes and a fake smile. The one who always watches too long. Like he’s measuring something. Like he knows something. I don’t like him. Never have. I don’t mean to listen. But then I hear it. “My biggest regret…” My body freezes. My breath stops. Regret. My chest tightens. He’s talking about me. He has to be. What else could it be? My hands shake. I step closer. I hate myself for it. But I can’t stop. I need to hear.

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 had told myself I was prepared for this, that I was ready to confront him, to demand answers, but I hadn’t been ready for the coldness, the utter certainty with which he cut me out of his life as though I had never been anything at all. Still, I refused to let him see me break. I tightened my hands into fists, nails digging into my palms until the sting steadied me, and forced the words out through clenched teeth. “You’ll regret this,” I whispered, low but seething. “You’ll regret humiliating me. You’ll regret choosing her.” His gaze didn’t soften, didn’t flicker. “The only regret I’ll ever have,” he said evenly, “is not having Maddie and my children in my life sooner. Nothing you do, Mich

“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."

I keep my calm, my hand fidgeting and his body halted at its place. “What?” His eyes sparkled, “if I---I had shown some courage, w---would you have been mine?” Regret flowing through his face. “There’s always a point in our life, where we regret the decision we made, and holding on to those regrets is what causes you pain. So, let go, Mr. Draven.” The look on his face shook my insides, if I had noticed his presence earlier, I wouldn’t be in this situation, would I?