Only Regrets

Only Regrets

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Born in the small town of Corsica, seventeen-year-old Belle Dubois, currently studying in NYC’s high school—holds onto her belief in love, dreaming of reuniting with her childhood crush. Despite her hopes, she finds herself drawn to Aiden Allen, a charming but bad boy of the school, a billionaire's son. Aiden, who once saw relationships as meaningless, becomes captivated by Belle's innocence and uniqueness, and chooses to date her. Unbeknownst to Belle, Ethan Wilson, an eighteen-year-old orphan, who's Aiden's close companion since childhood, doesn't believe in love. However, he has become obsessed with Belle since the moment he caught the glimpse of her beauty. Despite his obsession for Belle, Ethan silently watches her from afar. However, when Belle begins dating Aiden, Ethan's jealousy consumes him, and he starts hatching conspiracies to win her heart. Belle's relationship with Aiden threatens as Ethan's schemes to break their relationship grow increasingly. Belle, caught in the middle of these two best friends, begins to question her feelings and the sincerity of her emotions.  As tensions rise, misunderstandings and betrayals threaten to tear them apart. Will Belle discover her true feelings amidst the chaos and the drama? Will she find true love or will she end up getting her heart broken?

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Chapter 1

Everywhere I go, people can't help but notice me. I catch people staring at me, and I know what they are thinking. How can she be so perfect? I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, standing in my undergarments; I can't do anything but think about the models. How do they pose in a bikini? Since childhood, I have been wanting to become a model, because I think I'm very pretty. I love myself way too much. I'm kind of obsessed with myself. Many of my classmates talk behind my back, and say I'm a fossil. Am I? I don't know. I'm not a native American, maybe that's why they think that. Or maybe they are jealous of me. I have a skinny hourglass body, dark brown almond shaped eyes, full lips, slim face, dark brunette long wavy hair that reaches my hips, an average 5 '6 height, and rosy complexion. Everything about my body and my looks makes me fall in love with myself. I am a slight narcissistic, I guess. In Corsica, a couple lost their two baby boys, and then a girl took birth at th

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104 Chapters

Chapter 1

Everywhere I go, people can't help but notice me. I catch people staring at me, and I know what they are thinking. How can she be so perfect? I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, standing in my undergarments; I can't do anything but think about the models. How do they pose in a bikini? Since childhood, I have been wanting to become a model, because I think I'm very pretty. I love myself way too much. I'm kind of obsessed with myself. Many of my classmates talk behind my back, and say I'm a fossil. Am I? I don't know. I'm not a native American, maybe that's why they think that. Or maybe they are jealous of me. I have a skinny hourglass body, dark brown almond shaped eyes, full lips, slim face, dark brunette long wavy hair that reaches my hips, an average 5 '6 height, and rosy complexion. Everything about my body and my looks makes me fall in love with myself. I am a slight narcissistic, I guess. In Corsica, a couple lost their two baby boys, and then a girl took birth at th
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Chapter 2

Now that I have rejected Ethan, I gasp and walk away from him, without giving a glance to him. I don't know if he likes me or not. I just know one thing, I like Aiden, my boyfriend, and I'm not going to break up with him. With great difficulty I have found him. I do not have the courage to lose him again. As I enter the cafeteria, my eyes search for the blonde hair girl, my best friend, Emily. She's been my best friend from day one. I sigh in relief as my eyes catch a glimpse of her blonde hair in the crowd. I grin and take a seat beside my best friend and my roommate—Emily. “I'm feeling under the weather,” I admit. She furrows her brows. “Why?” she asks as she takes a bite of the burger, and licks the corner of her mouth then. “A guy proposed to me just a moment ago.” “What? Another guy likes you,” Emily murmurs in shock. I wheeze, shutting my eyes and nodding my head. “Sometimes I wonder how many guys like you. By the way, what happened then?” she asks. “I rejec
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Chapter 3

As I reach the library, I try to take a book from the book shelf, but I can't reach my hands there. I begin to jump to take that book. However, I feel someone wrapped their hands around my waist from behind. I flinch from the abrupt touch and turn to see. The moment I see that person's face, my lips widen in a big grin. His dark brown eyes match with mine, the black leather jacket he has worn over the white tee—is adorning his features. His hair neatly combed and polished back, leaving a stand of hair in front of his right eye. He winks at me. As tears well up in my eyes, I grasp his t-shirt and pull him for a hug. It's my boyfriend, my Aiden. “Missed me?” he asks. I nod as tears start shedding from my eyes over his t-shirt one by one, recalling the moments of morning when Ethan told me that he likes me and wants to date me. I am not feeling good about it. Aiden pulls me away from him and cups my face, furrowing his brows. “Hey! Mad girl. Did someone say something?” He wipes
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Chapter 4

It's Sunday. Finally, I'm going on a date with my boyfriend. I do my morning routine hurriedly. I hope everything goes well. I take a shower, and after that I start finding something to wear for my date in my closet. What should I wear? I don't know where we are going. I should take help from Emily. “Emily.” “Yes,” she says in her sleepy voice. “Can you help me? I don't know what I should wear for my date?” I say. “I think you should wear lingerie,” she suggests. “Yeah,” I nod, and then furrow my brows. “Wait! What!” I ask as if I hear something wrong. She starts laughing at me. “Yeah. Go and wear lingerie. It will be easier for him to fuck you then,” she says, peeking from her blanket. I blink my eyes in disbelief and my cheeks flush in embarrassment. “Shut up. We are not going to do that,” I say, glancing away briefly. “Oh c'mon. Everyone knows what happens between couples. Don't be a fool. Everyone does that.” She steps towards me. I bite my lower lip in stress. “Every
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Chapter 5

“Belle, wake up. Look what's here.” Emily's hoarse voice wakes me up from my deep slumber. Sitting up in my bed, crossing my legs I stretch my arms and stifle a yawn. “What happened?” I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. She approaches me, a big bouquet of delicate red rose flowers adorning her arms. “It was laying down outside of our room,” she informs. “For Belle: it is written on this bouquet.” She renders me that bouquet. My eyes gawk at the flowers carefully. I am a little surprised to hear this. No one has sent me flowers before today. Many guys proposed to me till date but no one ever sent flowers. Who did it today? Is it Aiden? “It must be Aiden.” I flash a wide grin to Emily. “We couldn't go on a date. Maybe that's why he sent these flowers to console me. I should call him.” “Okay,” she says and begins to roll her blanket. I pick up my phone; my mind reeling with Aiden's thoughts as I dial his number. He's such a great boyfriend. Never leaves a chance to make me fa
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Chapter 6

Aiden wants me to throw this bouquet but I don't want to. Ethan sent these flowers with feelings; throwing this bouquet, and crushing these flowers means crushing his feelings. I know there's nothing between us—no chance at all. But his feelings—just the thought of hurting his feelings hurts me. Mom always said if a person gives you a gift then you should always keep that—no matter what that gift is: jewelry, money, expensive, non expensive. Gifts are a person's emotions. How can I throw this bouquet? “Why does Aiden have no emotions?” I murmur. I stand up from the bed, grasping the bouquet. As I walk outside the campus, I look for someone to give this bouquet. It would be better to give this bouquet to another person rather than throwing it away. My eyes search for a person, and it lands over an old lady walking on the sidewalk. I take hurried steps towards her and offer her that bouquet. She furrows her brows. “This is for you. You are beautiful,” I say. Her eyes sparkle as s
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Chapter 7

I sigh as I press Aiden's apartment’s bell. The apartment is located in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in Manhattan. Aiden must be getting bored; he can't go anywhere because of his fracture, so I thought of surprising him by showing up here. After envisioning me, he'll be dazzled, and delighted also. My face lits up as he opens the door. “Belle, what are you doing here?” His jaw drops, his face stunned. My boyfriend, my Aiden—looking handsome as always in his Gucci leather jacket. “I missed you.” I close the gap between us and embrace him in a tight hug, my head resting on his chest; he's 6 feet tall. Maybe his height was the thing I fell for. “I missed you too,” he says. I pull back, glancing down at his fracture. “Is it better now?” I stare back into his eyes. He nods his head. “It is,” he states. “Let's go inside,” I say and we both enter his apartment. My eyes dart as I witness the sunset view of the Manhattan skyline through the glass walls of his drawing room
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Chapter 8

Laying my phone down, I sit on my bed and uncap the bottle of Chanel Le Vernis in ‘Rouge Noir,’ the rich, deep color is my favorite shade. With steady hands, I begin to apply the polish on my long, slender fingers. Just then, my phone starts buzzing. Who's calling now? Without glancing at the phone screen, I pick up the call. “Belle, what are you doing babe?” Aiden's voice comes from the other side. I press the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I continue applying nail polish. “I'm busy,” I say. “Busy? Doing what?” he asks. “Applying nail polish.” “Nail polish. Seriously! Is nail polish more important than me?” he exclaims. “Yes. And by the way we've broken up. Did you forget that?” “You broke up. I didn't. You aren't allowed to break up with me until I want that,” he utters. “And when will you want that?” I ask. “Never,” he retorts. After hearing that, a smile appears on my face. “I'll marry you, have kids with you…at least three kids. And then I'll think if I wan
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Chapter 9

"You have a natural talent," the photographer praises. His words reassure me, his compliment gives me more confidence. "I think you have a bright future.” I flash a wide grin. “Thank you so much,” I say. I feel nervous. However, as the session progress, I find my confidence growing more and more. I give an audition, and walk the runaway with elegance, like a diva. “We'll be in touch,” the casting director says, rendering me his business card; I make my way out of the modeling company. After a very tiring day, I have reached my boyfriend's apartment. Now only spending time with him can freshen up my mood and energize me. “Hi!” I greet him as I enter his apartment, but he doesn't respond to me. Sitting on his couch, he continues playing his video game, his face cold and rude; the glow of his massive flat-screen TV illuminating his focused face. His fingers move deftly over the controller, his eyes never leaving the screen. Sometimes I feel jealous of his fondness for video game
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Chapter 10

“Belle, let's kiss now.” Aiden cups my face and leans to me. I push him slightly away from me. “I'm feeling under the weather. Sorry,” I say, standing up from the couch. Tears brimming into my eyes as I glance away briefly and walk outside of his apartment; my mind is swirling with anxiety and frustration of my parents' fight. All the fights I've witnessed of my parents, reeling in my mind like a movie. What bad had I done in my past life that I was born as their child? I wish I would have died the day I was born. I enter the library to find some peace of mind, by reading a book. Walking hopelessly in the library, I bump into someone all of a sudden and fall above that person, letting a gasp come out from my mouth. My breasts press on the hard chest of that person. I glance up swiftly to see him. It's Ethan. His long, dark brown hair falls in waves around his face, brushing his cheekbones. My eyes meet his dark brown eyes; his gaze is often intense and penetrating, as if he can see
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