Komik Instant Regret Novels & Stories

Now that I was dead and gone, what was the point of regret? I didn't know who called the police, but it didn't take long for the officers to arrive. They hauled away a completely terrified Owen along with the sobbing getaway driver. Almost at the same time, the system's mechanical voice rang out, "Congratulations, Host. The regret meter has hit 100%." In that instant, I felt a sudden weight lift off me, my spirit growing light and free. Brilliant, warm sunlight streamed through the large windows of the chapel. To me, it looked like the road back home.

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

She hadn't offered any, and didn't intend to; the argument in the corridor had settled what she would do, not what he'd cost them by not waiting for it. Corel, three cots down, had been quiet through all of it, but he lifted his head at the word ‘ceiling’ like it meant something specific to him now. "The lag," he said, slow, each word arriving half a beat behind where he seemed to want it. "You're describing my lag. Not the field. The ‘lag’. Signal shows up, but late, like it took a longer road to get there." He worked his jaw, frustration at the delay visible even as he pushed through it. "If she's got two, maybe one of hers is doing that. Arriving late. Not weak. ‘Late.’ "

“You shouldn’t have to deal with my trash.” “Trash is too kind a word.” That made me laugh, bitter and humorless. “What else did he say?” “That he needs to explain. That he regrets everything.” I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly gave myself a migraine. “Regrets?” I repeated with a venomous scoff. “Let me guess—he had a ‘moment of weakness’? Didn’t mean it? Wants a second chance?” “Bingo.” I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.

Harvey glowered at me while snarling through gritted teeth. Of course, I knew what he meant by "You'll regret it!". He likely had an escape plan for his fake company at that moment. However, I only scoffed while staring Harvey down. I showed no fear as I said, "Regret? Harvey, that word has never existed in my dictionary!" "Okay, then! Wait right here. I'll make you regret it in five minutes!" Harvey took out his phone and was about to dial a number before everyone's shock gazes.

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."

Hello, my dearest readers! I’m so sorry for the recent slow updates of only 1-2 short chapters. I’ve been busy preparing for the Eid al-Fitr festivities, but thank God, the celebrations are over now! I’m back to my normal routine and ready to update more frequently again. For those asking when this story will end, I can't give a definite date yet. All spin-offs, sequels, and side stories of His Regret will be merged right here into this same book.

Clutching the laptop like a lifeline, he shouted, “I was trying to save you! I—I admit, I said some inappropriate things, but it was just a joke! Please, forgive me, I wasn’t thinking straight!” “Go to hell, you disgusting piece of trash! Forgive you? Sure—cut your balls off right now and show me, turn yourself into a eunuch, and maybe then I’ll consider it!” “Candice! Don’t go too far! It’s not like anything actually happened between us! I just happened to be there and said a few off-color things while trying to help—big deal! Since when is joking a crime?” “You call groping my leg a joke?”

working there. I sat down hard on one of my suitcases, right there on the lawn in front of all the neighbors, and laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh. It was the kind of laugh that came when you’d lost so much that losing more became funny. Absurd. Like the universe was playing some cosmic joke and I was the punchline. Husband gone. Home gone. Family gone. Friends gone. Job gone. Everything I’d built over thirty years, wiped out in less than twenty-four hours.

Not with fear he didn’t fear anything but with pressure. “You think I wanted this?” he continued. “Do you believe I planned for my name, my company, my reputation to be dissected because of a single night?” Her chest tightened. “So you regret it?” Adrian froze. A muscle in his jaw ticked. “I do not regret the solution,” he said finally. “I regret the timing. I regret the chaos. But you” He stopped himself. “Elara,” he said softer, “regret is not the word.”