All The Wrong Reasons Novels & Stories

“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?”

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.

We shouldn't have taken your spot just because we wanted wealth and status. "But we've already died three times now. That should count as paying our debt, right? "And as for your life... Maybe it really was just an accident?" At that, I only let out a bitter laugh. "Then why did she lose her mind and run out on our wedding night? If she hurts herself again in the future, won't I still end up buried alongside her? "Maybe I can save her once, but what about after that? Am I supposed to guard her every second for the rest of my life?"

she added, her tone soft, almost playful. Eric looked at her for a moment. He said nothing. Even though he loved Jessica and would protect her, he still did not want to be completely unfair. Then Jessica turned to Tessy again, her eyes full of ‘ I told you look.’ “You had better repent from your evil ways,” she said coldly. “Or you may never participate in the Golden Design Competition.” She advised Tessy. One of her followers added quickly, “She can’t even participate. She was disqualified before for stealing your design.”

“I don’t do things out of the goodness of my heart.” “Definitely not.” “So why did I spend my afternoon driving a convict to a garage in Hackney?” Nico was quiet for a moment. Then, carefully: “Maybe because you wanted to.” I looked at him. He shrugged. “Simple answer. Not always wrong.” I didn’t respond to that. Mostly because I didn’t have a good counter-argument, which was its own kind of answer and I wasn’t ready to look at it directly. Nico raised his glass. “Okay. No feelings. Solutions instead.” His grin returned — slow and dangerous and deeply familiar. “What can I do to fix whatever this is?”

“So, why did you marry me?’ “See, princess. I don’t want to hurt you. I already told you my reason. It would be nice if you listen to me, and stay put.” Kate felt her legs weak. She had idolized him. She had thought it was time for all her dreams to come true. He had always been the perfect guy for her, but the truth was that he hadn’t care. He had only married her because he needed her to close a deal. That was his reason for shattering her dreams. She had always heard that he was a devil, but she had doubted it. Now, there was no doubting it anymore.

“That…that doesn’t really sound like you.” "I never go back on my word." "No...I mean...making such catastrophic mistakes." He snorted softly. “We all make mistakes, Quinn. Although, I haven’t gotten it that wrong since I was a young man.” He put his books and laptop in the safe and locked it again before he walked around his desk and perched on the edge. “I’m not the most rational man when it comes to you.” “So it’s my fault? I’m the reason he had to die so horribly?”

His throat was tight. He said: "She wouldn't do that. Sloane wouldn't—" She said: "You don't know what she would do. You never did. You spent three years thinking you knew her and you were wrong about the most basic things." Her voice didn't change. Still even. Still calm. "You were wrong about how she would react. You were wrong about how long she would wait for you to come back. And you were wrong about what she was capable of when someone gave her a better option."

"You good-for-nothing son! Are you trying to ruin us all?" Manfred's cedar pheromones, thick with gunpowder-like rage, overwhelmed the room. He shook with fury, wolf claws faintly emerging. Other pack members, cowed by Manfred's rage, bowed their heads. "Dwight, this is your fault. You can't blame others for coming to question you." "This isn't fearing power, it's knowing right from wrong and correcting mistakes." "Yes, you're well-educated, yet you can't tell right from wrong. You favored your lover, insulted your mate—it was wrong. Correcting it now, we'd still accept you..."

"Let me go!" "You are all bastards! Why my kindness turn into my mistake? Why you all choose to ignore me and humiliate me? Why?! What did I do wrong?!" "No! I did nothing wrong! I worked hard. I got full scholarships. I found a good job. Only because of that fucking stupid marriage, my life is totally ruined!"