All The Wrong Reasons Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I was wrong—" "Yes, you were." She meets my eyes, and the emptiness in them is devastating. "You were wrong to leave. You were wrong to call what we had a mistake. You were wrong to dismiss my feelings as manipulation. And you know what? You're wrong now too. Wrong to think coming back fixes anything. Wrong to think an apology is enough. Wrong to think I'm just waiting here for you to decide I'm worth fighting for." "I know you’re worth fighting for—"

I should run back into the bedroom, lock the door, and pretend none of this happened. I should pretend like it was a mistake that I don’t want him to do all that to me. But if I perish, I perish, I don't care now. So my fingers curl into the waistband of his pants again, almost without permission. He watches me do it. A low, approving sound rumbles in his chest. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Don’t stop this time.” I swallow hard. “This is wrong,” I whisper, even as my hand keeps moving. “You’re my husband’s father. I… I shouldn’t be touching you like this.”

"How?" "You think if you can identify the reason for every mistake, you can prevent the next one." "That is generally the point of analysis." "Yes, but you are not analyzing anymore. You are negotiating with something that already happened." Andre leaned back. "I made the wrong decision." "I know." "I saw the right decision." "I know." "And that doesn't bother you?" "Of course it would bother me. I just would not expect myself to solve my entire personality at one in the morning because of it."

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..."

"So instead you gave me nothing." He runs his hands through his hair and I can feel his frustration. "I gave you nothing because I didn't know what to give you, Diana.” “I’ve been wrong about every darn thing. I was wrong about who you were. I was wrong about who I was falling for.” “I was wrong to touch you the way I did. I was wrong in the car. I was wrong in the red room. I've been wrong from the very first day I saw your face and decided you were someone else. Every single thing I did was wrong, Diana. Every single fucking thing."

He doesn't know it, but everything is so wrong, and I don't know how we can re-write these wrongs, nor do I know whether there is a way to right these wrongs. Come to think of it. We entered into this agreement erroneously. I was virtually bartered like a cheap merchandise to him by my ridiculous mother. First wrong! I had a golden chance to back out. Jerol himself offered me that chance, but I didn't take it. I consented to this no matter how absurd it was to me in all senses. Another wrong! His mother saw me as mere garbage. Another wrong, because no matter how awfully unfit I seemed in their eyes, she didn't have the right to mortify me that way or in any way. But I took it all in, for th

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

Vanessa was tied to a ship, dangling over the water, shivering in the cold sea wind. But I felt no satisfaction. Only endless regret. If I hadn't let her use me, Elena wouldn't have been hurt. If it wasn't for my greed and indulgence, our child wouldn't be dead. If it wasn't for my stupidity, Elena wouldn't have left me. I handed them the knife. And I plunged it straight into Elena’s heart. I covered my face, tears streaming through my fingers. Elena, I'm sorry. I was so wrong. "Boss..." Marco said, returning after dealing with Vanessa. He saw the state I was in and hesitated.

As I struggled to push myself back up, I saw Damien rush forward and pull Violetta into his arms. She covered her cheek, tears falling at just the right moment. “Damien, I only wanted to apologize to her… “I know she hates me. After all, I was the reason her hand was injured. But I really didn’t do it on purpose…” Damien frowned as he turned back to look at me, the dissatisfaction in his eyes impossible to hide. “Elena, what happened five years ago is already in the past. She’s already paid the price for it. What you did today was completely out of line.”

I take a deep breath and spoke; " The last thing I want to do is to make a decision that if you are not right for me or for us I don't only think of myself I also think of you too. I consider everything , you can call me crazy but I go through every possible situation in my head and I think of and analyse both sides.. well make it 3 because there has to be a part that balances and that's the most tricky part." " I know you had good reason to call off the engagement but I've done a lot of wrong things and it feels like you are always the one who is calling me out on my faults. "