All The Wrong Places Novels & Stories

The Man with the scar reports to the other men who joined him. Nero’s jaw dropped hearing the words. “Taken down? What does that mean?” He wonders as he tries to listen harder. “All dead, I trust. We will sell these on but why did you not put that small one out of his misery right away? He looks frail and dirty.” One of the men points towards Nero. “He was the last one to come out and put up a fight. I had to knock him out but yes, they are all dead.” The words from the man with the scar hit Nero like a brick over the head.

She just didn't know. "Mom, The Wrong Cinderella is one of the best books of our time. It is a fairytale that has broken every single rule that is associated with the genre. The well-known tale of the orphaned servant is retold in modern times where balls are house parties and princes are famous jocks. The biggest plot twist, however is when prince Charming falls for the wrong Cinderella. In this timeless, genius story, Cinderella isn't a servant but a rich, uberfemale who won't let a boy get in her way." I told her, doing my best to sum it all up in a way she would understand but that would still make the book sound as awesome as it is.

Introduction “I hate you,” I choked out as he sank deep, teeth scraping over my nipple. “Liar,” Kai growled, fist tightening in my hair as he drove harder. “Your cunt is soaking for the guy who used to make you cry, freckles. Say you’re mine.” “Never…this is all pretend. We’re pretending,” I trembled even as my body arched into him. “Then you won’t mind if I ruin you completely.” He pulled out, leaving me empty and desperate. “Ruin me. Break me. But I’ll never belong to you.” Kai’s dark chuckle vibrated against my throat as he slammed back in. “Good. I live for a challenge.” .... Elara has spent years quietly loving her best friend, Elias—the golden, easy-going one

“I won’t tell you exactly what time or where. But I will be in a coffee shop. And if fate agrees with us, you will be in that coffee shop too.” “There must be about a hundred coffee shops in Paris,” he protested. “Yes. A hundred chances to get it wrong. And only one chance to get it right,” she smiled at him. “If of all the wrong places you could be, you end up in the same place I am… then that’s Fate smiling down upon you. And maybe you’ll start believing.” With that, she gave him one last smile and turned away to leave.

And yet, someone that formidable had his political mating ruined because of me. The dining table was set with my favorite roasted venison, but I couldn't swallow a bite. My eyes stung. "Casper, don't blame Kyler. I'm the one who's clumsy... I ran to the wrong pack, got the wrong Alpha, and messed up your plans..."

My face was doing a dance of colors, from yellow to red to green. He tried to hide a chuckle, lips pressed together, as he stepped out. … [Undo.] I opened the cursed computer once more. Annoyed, I pressed the delete key. [Save changes?] [Cancel.] [Undo.] 20 pages in total. That was the result of two days of goofing off! I could not delete it. I just could not. I scoured every file on my computer, leaving no stone unturned. At last, I could breathe easy again.

I said, "Marrying you in our last life was my biggest regret. I don't love you anymore. I don't want a child with you. Stop living in the past. I'm never going back there." Finn froze, hurt evident on his face. I didn't care about his feelings at all. I simply turned and left the room. He shouted after me, "All men are the same! Do you really think that Damien cares about you? Why would the wealthiest man in Abgate City want an ordinary woman?

He spread the word that anyone who helped me financially would be considered his enemy and would never receive a dime back. I couldn't believe it. How could he be so ruthless? Even so, I swallowed my pride and continued to explain, to beg, promising them I would pay them back no matter what. But they still turned me away. Some even blocked my number outright. Out of options, I collapsed on a hospital bench, defeated. … We hadn't returned to Sansville for two years to spend the holidays with my in-laws. They missed Huxley dearly. So, to surprise Huxley and make up for lost time, I brought them to Huntingburg, hoping we could all share a joyful family reunion.

-It's from our limited collection and it's worth $75,000 -She is perfect in every way. I say admiring myself in the mirror. I take it. -Alright. Follow us in the cabin to collect it and we will pack it. I go back to the cabin and take off the dress. I want to give it to the seller but I notice that there is no one there. I try to open the doors but they are locked. What is this bad joke? -Heyoooo, is anyone there? ? -Yes there is someone No.

* In its own inadequate way. I breathe in this information. I breathe it out. *You have been in the wrong place,* I say. Not with anger. With the particular honesty of someone who has spent enough time in the wrong place to know what it costs. *That does not make you wrong. It makes you lost.* The cold in the room shifts. Just slightly. Like a temperature change — not warm, but less cold. *I am not leaving,* it says. *I know,* I say. *Not tonight. But you will leave. Because I am here now and the city will close around me the way it closes around its own. And eventually there will be no space left for something that does not belong here.*