REGRETTING ACTION

Reads 13
Votes 0
Parts 1
Time <5 mins

Reads 13
Votes 0
Parts 1
Time <5 mins

He stared at the barrel of her gun as he fell to his knees.
"You don't have to do this."
Tears stung her eyes. She took a deep breath, aiming the riffle at his skull.
"I wish that were true."All Rights Reserved

regrettingaction

Table of contents

Regretting Action
Thu, Apr 26, 2018

1 part

Regretting Action
Thu, Apr 26, 2018

Content Guidelines

You may also like

Forced to Love you | Choi Seungcheol by the8buddy

For every step she took toward freedom, he held the chain just a little tighter. "Without hesitation, his other hand slipped inside her shirt, a single finger pressing against her lower stomach, causing her to gasp in surprise, catching her off guard. 'You're not particularly obedient, are you?' he inquired, his face drawing even closer to hers. 'Imagine my finger as a gun, pressing against your delicate skin. Would you want me to pull the trigger?' he continued, her heart racing as she feared he might hear its rapid beat. Caught off guard, she found herself unable to utter a word. His intense, dark eyes left her on the verge of tears. Every aspect of him felt overwhelmingly intense. Pressing his finger a little harder into her skin, she took a deep breath, sensing him already aware of it. 'What happened? I thought you said you speak as you please,' he mocked her. 'Don't touch me,' she finally mustered the courage to speak. Instead of releasing her, he pressed even harder, causing her to hold her breath. 'You're scared. Scared of me. And yet, you have the audacity to speak back. Weren't you taught to stay silent when someone tells you to?' he tilted his head, relishing the conflict between the fear evident in her face and the defiance in her words. 'And who are you to silence me?' she spat back, refusing to back down. In that moment, he pressed his finger even harder against her skin, eliciting a slight hiss from her at the increased pressure. 'You'll find out soon. Better start praying,' he hissed, his voice low but laced with danger. 'Don't even think about messing with my anger-I'll fucking ruin you. So keep your pretty mouth shut and listen if you know what's good for you.' 'Or else,' he mumbled, his nose almost touching hers, feeling her hold her breath. 'Bang,' he continued, mimicking a gunshot with his finger on her skin, causing her to flinch slightly." ⚠️

Love's gonna be the end of you and me. "Do it!" he yelled at her as he held the man down. There was obvious fear in her eyes. She trembled holding onto the gun in her hand. The man's face wasn't even looking at her directly. Vengence. That's what it was. It raced through her body everytime she saw him. "I can't! She says. The man looks up at her and smiles pitifully "ISN'T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED!" "I'm sorry." she put her hands up. Opening her palms and letting the gun fall to her feet. The tears streamed down her face. Revenge. Love. Hatred. Lust. Obsession. Forgiveness

Changing description soon.

Just one shot. Just one pull of the trigger and it's all over. She stared into the man's eyes, looking at how easy it was to make him pay for what he did. It was time. Pointing the gun at the man's face was what she dreamt for such a long time. Seeing him like this makes her feel powerful, in command, superior. She smiled with pleasure. She breathed in Once, Twice, BANG!

-- PROLOGUE "Let me get this straight. We have nothing in between us, except for the deal we made that day" he spoke in a monotonous tone. "I am the one carrying your name behind me; we are married. how can you say we have nothing in between us? Huh" She yelled at him, tears blurred her vision, and she spoke her heart to him. "For god's sake, this marriage was to save you! Can't you get that? I did not do it willingly, I do not love you!!" He yelled back at her, shattering her heart into pieces. "Why can't you just love me?" She spoke, as she cried the tears of hurt, and pain. Her heart thumped loudly due to the shivering sensation She felt all over her body. "I never made a commitment to you, or gave you any false hope, neither did i say that i love you. Did i?" He asked her, in a very cold tone. She looked at him through her teary eyes. It's getting difficult for her to even breathe. "It was your eyes, the damn eyes. Who gave me the false hope. They say, "Eyes speak the truth," but what about mine? Couldn't you feel the sincerity within them, expressing my deep affection for you? Why didn't you see the love shining in them? Was it too complex to understand? Couldn't you notice the warmth as they gazed at you? They search for you in every corner, If only you realized how they silently echoed the emotions I couldn't articulate. They say, "Eyes never deceive." But what about yours? They played a trick on me when they met mine, painting a facade of a world that wasn't real. They made me feel loved, Leading me into a belief that crumbled, louder than your spoken promises. Why did they betray me? Was it your eyes or you that masked the truth?" He stayed still, not moving or saying anything at her statement. --

Phase 1 - The Core Story From the Author of "Devotion and Wrath" Every author has that one story-the one that doesn't let them sleep, the one that claws at their soul until it's written. For me, Devotion and Wrath is that story. This is not just ink on pages. This is blood, memory, obsession, and redemption. It's a symphony composed in silence and storms. And at its center: Zyran and Noor-two names that now live in every corner of my imagination. Zyran was never meant to be a hero. He was forged in fire, trained in control, designed for destruction. Noor, on the other hand, was the light he never expected, the softness that made him bleed, the voice that shattered years of silence within him. Their story is layered with betrayal, fierce longing, unhealed wounds, and love so consuming it often feels indistinguishable from wrath. This is not a love story. This is a survival story wrapped in obsession. This is Devotion and Wrath. In Phase 1, you'll find the raw, messy, aching truths behind Zyran and Noor's journey. You'll watch them fight-each other, themselves, and the past that refuses to die. And through every confrontation, every stolen moment, every sharp word and trembling silence, you'll feel how devotion can become the sharpest blade... and wrath, the deepest proof of love. But even as I tell their story, I must admit: another story has begun to rise from the shadows.

She blocked the actual hit amazingly enough but her body couldn't possibly withstand the weight of a direct hit from someone that size, she was still a child, physics was a law. She was kneeled down as he showed up in front of her before she could catch her breath, she felt her jaw dislocate as his knee crashed into it. She fell to the ground and tried to warp teleport away but he held onto her. Pain and fear again even away from hell was this world really this messed up. "You're an interesting little girl so I will give you an opportunity instead of an execution. Join the Guards, work under my orders on missions, pledge your loyalty to the crown. He will still be locked up but that is his mother's wish. I have no control of those but I won't hurt him or you if you anymore if you agree. You can go to the hospital and get taken care of. I simply must find out who you are girl. Do you have a name? Where did you come from? This seems beneficial to you no? Oh my I broke your jaw you can't speak. Then just shake your head yes or no for now. Do you accept my offer or face execution the choice is yours." Isabella looked over at Kuro and turned a determined gaze back on Jamiston nodding yes as she pushed her jaw back into place and concentrated on healing the broken teeth, bones and cuts in her mouth. "Marvelous! I simply had to make you mine your strength can help me climb up the ladder in no time." His smile and the sound of genuine happiness coming from him made her sick. Pledge herself to him? Missions? What ladder did he need to climb? She shook her head. Whatever. She concentrated on activating her healing crysts even though she was exhausted, healing him and projecting her barrier at the same time had drained her faster than she had noticed now that she wasn't moving.

Her Insecurity Cure by Mlembi_The_Author

His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips for a split second, he swallowed a lump in his throat as he looked deep into her eyes "You're beautiful" he whispered "Garrel I'm-" "Shhh" he brushed her lips with his thumb "I won't let you speak so low of yourself" his deep voice came out hoarse Her eyes began to dampen Why was he looking at her like that, like she was the only woman to look at for him, like the only woman on earth Why was he doing that, why was he giving her hope of a fantasy that would never come true

MORE LIKE A WAR (SEQUAL TO A CHALLANGE) by Tasha_thecreator

"Your right i cant go it" she said He pulled the gun up and almost pulled the trigger "But i can, Tough up BITCh!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is the sequal to A challange . This has more action and sexual tension than you will ever imagine. GO ahead read it. I promise you won't turn back.

The Time Of My Life by Echo_Iris_Tennant

She grabbed the gun and raised it to her head. She looked into his scared eyes, he was almost crying. She began tearing up. She barely could look at him. "Just go away! Please. Just get away from me. I'm a monster! Just go away." She said through her tears. "No, not without you. Just put the gun down." He cried in pain. It hurt her to hear his voice. Instead of his happy sweet voice, it was scratchy and sad. Her tears fell from her eyes down her cheeks splashing onto the floor. "Just leave me alone. I'm worth nothing." She cried. She closed her eyes not wanting to see the pain. She didn't want to see the look in his eyes when it was over. When she was over. She sobbed for a minute. She pulled the trigger.

Forced to Love you | Choi Seungcheol

For every step she took toward freedom, he held the chain just a little tighter. "Without hesitation, his other hand slipped inside her shirt, a single finger pressing against her lower stomach, causing her to gasp in surprise, catching her off guard. 'You're not particularly obedient, are you?' he inquired, his face drawing even closer to hers. 'Imagine my finger as a gun, pressing against your delicate skin. Would you want me to pull the trigger?' he continued, her heart racing as she feared he might hear its rapid beat. Caught off guard, she found herself unable to utter a word. His intense, dark eyes left her on the verge of tears. Every aspect of him felt overwhelmingly intense. Pressing his finger a little harder into her skin, she took a deep breath, sensing him already aware of it. 'What happened? I thought you said you speak as you please,' he mocked her. 'Don't touch me,' she finally mustered the courage to speak. Instead of releasing her, he pressed even harder, causing her to hold her breath. 'You're scared. Scared of me. And yet, you have the audacity to speak back. Weren't you taught to stay silent when someone tells you to?' he tilted his head, relishing the conflict between the fear evident in her face and the defiance in her words. 'And who are you to silence me?' she spat back, refusing to back down. In that moment, he pressed his finger even harder against her skin, eliciting a slight hiss from her at the increased pressure. 'You'll find out soon. Better start praying,' he hissed, his voice low but laced with danger. 'Don't even think about messing with my anger-I'll fucking ruin you. So keep your pretty mouth shut and listen if you know what's good for you.' 'Or else,' he mumbled, his nose almost touching hers, feeling her hold her breath. 'Bang,' he continued, mimicking a gunshot with his finger on her skin, causing her to flinch slightly." ⚠️

More details