Bad Decision Make Good Stories Novels & Stories

"But here's what you don't understand: I MADE this world. Every person, every conflict, every tragedy serves a purpose. Cassian's pain makes him compelling. His eventual defeat makes the hero's victory meaningful." "You think you're saving him? You're ruining him. Ruining the story. Ruining everything." "Stop now, or I'll force a correction so severe that not even your soul bond will survive it." Adrian stared at the message for a long moment. Then typed back: "Your story ended with a villain dying alone and unloved. My story ends with him happy. We'll see which one the universe prefers." "Also? Your writing was always too focused on suffering. 2/10, would not recommend."

Nathalie Wrights's P. O. V. I made a lot of bad decisions in the past. Some decisions that I'm still regretting until these days. Decisions that are still hunting me to my awake and sleeping hours. Decisions that almost killed me.. But now, there's nothing more that I can do other than to try and live my life again. To live as if I didn't experience anything like that in my past. To live as if it wasn't the worst situation that I have ever been in, but no matter how hard I try to be in my best, I still keep on failing.

There is more to the story, but I am not ready to tell it. “I like that one. It has a lot of meaning. If we just gave up, then we wouldn’t get anywhere in life.” My gut tells me she likes that one because the words speak to her. Her story, she isn’t ready to share. One day, maybe when she feels more comfortable, she will open up to me. It won’t come easily. “Exactly.”

"I don't know how I can go from... the ex-wife drowning in debt to Senator." I smiled and tipped her chin up. "One decision at a time." "And if I fuck up?" "Fix it." "And if I can't?" "Make a better mistake next time." She narrowed her eyes. "It can't be that simple." "At the heart of it, leadership is literally trying to make the best decision you can. If you get trapped agonizing over every mistake and possible mistake, you'll never make a decision." She bit her lip. "I hate that I can see the plan coming together, workshop with Eason, read and understand it, and I still can't... believe in it."

As long as my stomach is filled with something that won't keep me awake all night, I'm good with it. I should leave now since the shop is about to close, but that's my problem – always unprepared. I forgot to bring an umbrella, and unfortunately, I spent all my money on food, so I can't buy one now. I curse under my breath at my stupidity. I should've just ordered takeout and stayed home, but now I'm stuck here, contemplating whether to make a run for it. My apartment isn't too far from the store, but maybe it's better to wait until the rain stops. I don't want to get sick now.

But talking to him made me realize just how much you should never judge a book by its cover. Jake was insightful and knowledgeable about a lot of things. Too bad that wasn't enough for daddy when the shit hit the fan. All he saw was a kid from the wrong side of the tracks who wasn't even good enough to walk in his little girl's shadow. He'd run him off, the only man I'd ever felt for and in the last three years proceeded to parade the sorriest bunch of assholes this side of the Mississippi before me every chance he got. I fixed him though, fixed him good. Every one of them went away knowing about my sin. I might embellish the truth a bit, saying that the incident had made the newspapers.

“How bad was the day?” Olivia considered. “Scale of one to ten?” “Sure.” “Jack.” Tessa didn’t hesitate. “We’ll take six. To start.” The waiter nodded and disappeared. “Love that for us,” Isabella said, adjusting her bracelet. The shots arrived quickly. Clear liquid in neat little glasses, lime wedges on a small plate beside them. They didn’t wait. Glasses clinked. “To bad decisions,” Tessa declared. “To better ones,” Isabella corrected.

“Have you heard about what happened in the prison in Belgrade?” “Which one?” “Mia Smith, that influencer, got a life sentence but still wouldn’t behave herself. She kept shouting that she’d been framed… And a few days ago, she committed suicide in the prison bathroom.” “Oh my… and James Smith?” “Tragic. His company's stock crashed. Then, he got hit with an investigation. I heard he went bankrupt, with creditors chasing him everywhere, and his health fell apart. Just a few days ago, the papers ran photos of him looking like a homeless man. Tsk…”

I just hoped that the evening went good with the bad boy. But then putting good and bad boy in the same sentence was bizarre and absurd. It was like having Jay Z and Solange in the same room. It would probably end up in a disaster. I blew a breath of air intent on not getting affected by whatever would happen in near future. Bad boys are bad addictions!

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