All The Wrong Places Novels & Stories

That evening, alone again in the penthouse, Luca scrolled aimlessly through his texts. There were dozens. Investors. Journalists. Family. Staff. But the thread he kept going back to was one with only three words in it. “I’m sorry.” Still unread. Still unanswered. He typed something. Deleted it. Typed again. I made a mistake. You didn’t deserve that. I can’t stop thinking about you. He didn’t send it. Instead, he closed the thread and threw the phone across the room. It bounced off the couch and hit the floor with a dull thud.

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

She stared at him. For years, she had transferred a type of feeling to the wrong brother, carrying the type of longing from the wrong person, and for years, he had carried a wound he thought she had inflicted deliberately. It was all wrong from the start. Everything was all on misunderstanding, lies, and circumstances they both weren't in control of. But now, sitting there in each other's arms, they finally understood the truth. Everything was finally feeling right. Slowly, Tessa placed her hand over his. “ I promise, I will never leave you again.”

Every day, she wore heavy makeup at home, and as soon as night fell, she would go out clubbing with her good-for-nothing friends. When Jacob saw me arrive, he excitedly turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the moment of the lottery draw. Jacob held his lottery ticket and checked the numbers one by one, terrified of missing a single thing. When he realized the numbers didn't match, he froze in place. "How is this possible? How? I was sure it was today!" he mumbled. His face went white, and his lips trembled. After he returned to his senses, he yelled at Quinn, "This isn't right! This isn't the jackpot number! Quinn, what's going on?"

“White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?” Ethan exhaled sharply. “They arrived,” he said in a clipped tone. “But there’s a problem, Lawrence.” “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re already fighting?” Ethan’s voice went cold. “I didn’t marry the woman Grandfather arranged. There was a mix-up.” Silence. Then a low whistle. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” Lawrence burst into laughter. “You mean the man who reviews every document word by word signed a marriage certificate with the wrong woman?”

I'm going to kill you, you b*tch! The scene completely descended into chaos. The two women rolled across the ground fighting each other. Hair was torn out, clothes were ripped apart, and screams filled the air. After Diana exhausted herself, she climbed off Mia, panting heavily. The makeup on her carefully maintained face was ruined, and her hair was in complete disarray. She suddenly threw herself at my feet and clung to my leg. "Celeste, I was wrong to accuse you! Please don't call off the engagement! The Alvarez family can't lose you, and it certainly can't lose the McKenna family!"

I looked into the room. The window was wide open, and the freezing wind rushed in. My niece's friends huddled by the bed, too scared to say a word. They were already in elementary school. How could they not know this was dangerous? My mate tried to reason with me. "Raven already admitted she was wrong. Honey, you've vented enough. Let's just bury the pup." I found it absurd. A life was gone, and all she had to do was say she was sorry?

She looked at the man standing twenty feet away who was the father of her child and did not know it. Because she had gotten it wrong. She was starting to understand that now. She had gotten everything wrong. "Nothing," she said. And she walked back into the conference room. And she sat down. And she pretended, for the next four hours, that her world was not detonating quietly from the inside out.

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

Killain It's all happening again, my mistakes, I've hurt her all over again. I never do anything right , the only thing I'm good at is opening people up and stitching them back up. Nothing ever works and I'm tired. I hate this …I fucking hate that I always make the wrong decisions whenever it comes to people that I care about and now it's happening all over again. I'm better now … in fact, I'm supposed to be discharged tomorrow, but I'm leaving this place now.