All The Wrong Reasons Novels & Stories

" He kissed my nape as I grinned. "All we have to do is make our harsh planet pleasant." I took a deep breath and turned to face him. "We’re wrong, we’re wrong." You can’t argue it’s correct since you already know it’s incorrect. " "However, if we knew it was bad, why did we do it? I sigh and turn aside. He made a valid argument, and I’m at a loss as to why this is happening to us. "We do the right thing," I said with a smile, and he chuckled and walked away.

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.

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?"

Her eyes blinked as she looked away in embarrassment. “I think you just hate that you’re not in control,” he added, and that hit deeper. She exhaled, dropping her head. “I just don’t want to make the wrong choice,” she admitted. “ I don't want to give in to something I'm not sure of,” Miles nodded. “ Then don't rush yourself.” She blinked at him. “Everyone’s pulling you,” he continued. “Tyler wants you one way. Your situation with Grayson is pulling you another way. And you?” he tapped lightly against her knee. “You haven’t even stood still long enough to figure out what you want.”

I look back at my case study options and I add a fourth one and then immediately cross it out before I can finish writing it. But the two words are still visible under the single line. False testimony.

About standing at his door that morning, the punch that had split his lip and the look on Freddie's face when he walked past him in the corridor. He thought about Lina. About the version of all of this that he had told himself. That he had been wronged. That he deserved what he had been chasing. That the end justified everything that had gone into getting there. He pulled over. Sat in the car. He thought about going to the press. Thought about going to the police. Thought about all the ways he could burn this down now that he understood what it actually was. Karthy was right about one thing. His name was on too much of it.

If this blows up, it won’t be good for anyone, right? Corey nodded along, rubbing his hands awkwardly. "That’s right, that’s right. Katie, Scott must have had his reasons. You’ve seen how hard he works at the company. Then he comes home and has to deal with your… strong personality. "He probably just wanted someone gentler, a subordinate to talk to. It’s… it’s not such a big mistake. Let’s go home and talk this through behind closed doors. No need to let outsiders laugh at us."

“I don’t think so. The last time that happened, I ended up marrying the wrong guy. Remember. I don’t need something like that to happen again.” A snort suddenly fills the air. “Big difference, Deanna. You were going to get married the last time. However, now, you are already married and going to file for divorce. The perfect reason to let loose and live a little. Plus, you haven’t been with another guy since Connor.”

I was on a roll and continued my rant to her while keeping my voice as low as possible. “You keep telling me you love me as a mother, you did everything, but everything you did was WRONG mom. Always doing the wrong thing, having the wrong timing, and I can’t breathe. I am so sorry for getting impregnated by a disgraceful man. I’m sorry I disappointed you when all I have ever wanted was your acknowledgment, not for doing what you want, but for being who I am. I lost my way and I hated the fact that I can’t even come to any of you because I KNOW you’d just push me farther".

A Bad Idea Irina spent the entire weekend avoiding Kyle. Or at least attempting to. The first mistake was checking her phone. The second was realizing she was disappointed every time it wasn’t him. The third was admitting it. Even if only to herself. By Sunday evening she had convinced herself that a little distance was healthy. Necessary. Smart. After all, Kyle George represented everything she should avoid. Another powerful man. Another risk. Another opportunity to get hurt. The logic was sound.