Bad Decision Make Good Stories Novels & Stories

We were about to get the hell out of this hospital when Keiran arrived. I graduated high school and opted not to attend both the prom and the graduation ceremony. I decided not to. I know this is for the best. I had to call the principal for that, and he actually understood all that I've been through. Dominic graduated as the class Valedictorian, props to him, he doesn't seem to be hurt or even affected at the slightest that he bagged a lot of awards. For me, he won best in deceiving people award. God, I just wanted to throw hate on him but I just can't. I still love him. ..... End of Book One ..... BOOK TWO : THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY

Maxine. "Maxine Carlisle! Your bail's been posted... you're free to go!" the prison cell I was confined in opend, and I was finally free to leave. I've heard a lot of people complaining about how terrible their experiences in jail were... but to be honest, it actually isn't that bad! A couple of roaches here, and a few rats there, but that's basically about it! Nothing as bad as they make it sound like in the movies. But then again, I've only been here for like, I don't know, an hour? Those guys have spent years, even decades in here! So some people might argue that my 'jail term' doesn't exactly count... well I still argue that it does!

“When you tell a story you are setting a contract with your audience. You don’t say to them ‘Let me tell you something that happened in real life,’ you say, ‘Let me tell you a story.’ People look to stories to give them the things that real life doesn’t.” “Such as?” “In real life your problems are rarely resolved, you don’t get closure on the situations or relationships that have most impact on your life. Your father never explains why he didn’t say how proud you made him. Your ex-wife never apologies for cheating on you repeatedly. Bad people aren’t punished for their crimes and good people go unrewarded for their virtue. We look to stories to give us the closure and the resolution we so de

The dots are slowly drawing a picture for me. “Hold up, he’s married?” Vincent asked loudly repeating what he just said and completely ignoring my statement. “Yes, he’s already married and he even has a kid,” I spat at him, and then I went quiet. How could I do this to myself? I asked myself this time. Trevor isn’t the only man on this planet and yet I was so much drowning in his quicksand. He’s slowly sucking me in. I just don’t understand why I stayed after knowing that Trevor is already married to someone else. He got me completely locked in the palm of his hands. I should’ve left the moment he admitted that he’s already married and spared myself the sin and the pain. But as a terrible de

An hour later, I pulled over to my driveway and went straight to bed but I couldn’t sleep that night, trying to come up with a way to save Alicia. All the good memories came back and played over and over again that night—the memories that I was fighting so had to destroy but kept on failing. The good memories then disappeared, allowing that one bad memory that I had of Alicia to keep on playing. The only memory that always clouded the good memories that I had created with her, that one bad memory that made me hate her so much. The thought of the betrayal that I got from her made me so pissed and felt like whatever that she was going through was what she deserved for deceiving me. I had zero

“I can’t believe everyone is pointing fingers at me for exposing a bad person.” Amber didn’t flinch. “Him being a bad person isn’t the issue. You were excited, Jace. Excited to tear them apart. Excited to make Zara see Noah as the villain.” “Well, he is a bad guy.” I answered, unrepentant. “You don’t even have real evidence,” she shot back. “You don’t know the full story.” “What other story do I need?” I exploded, frustration boiling over. “God, what the hell is wrong with all of you? Why are you all acting like I’m the bad person here?”

I don't see landscapes, I see the memories of my past birthdays. A cell phone rings, it's not mine. It's Frank's. “Are you okay, young lady?” she asks slowing down, going slower. “No, Frank, I had a bad day. A very bad one.” I don't know why, but Frank inspires me with confidence, something about him assures me that I can trust him with my problems. “A bad day, how could a bad day make her cry?” “Not the day, the things that happened yes.” "What happened?"

"How about... if you give the media a clarification? I think it's a good time to do the media a little favor so that they produce a... good story." "If I'm being honest, the media loves bad news more than good news. Yes, of course, because bad news sells better and makes the wallet grow." Diego chuckled for a moment, then continued, "I may sound crazy, but in the last few days, I've come to realize that humans are very elusive creatures. We all crave the good, but at the same time, the pleasure we want is closer to the bad. It's an interesting fact." Caraline nodded again, then smiled as she observed Diego's dashing gestures. The man had managed to dispel her irritation in just a short chat.

“I like the use of the word ‘we’; it gives me goose bumps. How’s the weight of your ring on your hand?” “Just the right weight. When are we going to ask about yours?” “Wicked people don’t fall in love. And the number one example of wicked people are the lawyers that represent big law firms. So, do I keep representing myself or do I get married? Choose one.” “I’m going to make the selfish decision,” she said amidst giggles. “Well then, let’s not forget why you called.”

“But it doesn’t make it acceptable.” “No.” He stepped closer. Not enough to crowd her. Just enough to make the conversation feel direct. “They’re painting you as the reason it failed.” She held his gaze. “They always were.” The simplicity of that answer hit harder than any denial. He frowned. “That’s not true.” “It doesn’t have to be.” A pause. “People believe what fits the story they prefer.” “And what story is that?” “That women who don’t bend break things.” The room went quiet. Because that wasn’t just about the articles.