Novel & Cerita Bad Decision Make Good Stories

My readers wanted new content every single day and if they didn’t get it, then I knew they wouldn’t stick around for long. Up to this point, I had limited my blog posts to be about bad dates involving friends, family or personal experience; basically anything that I could verify to some degree. But without me having regular bad dates, I just didn't have the content I needed to keep the website running smoothly. I needed more. That was when an idea flashed into my mind. What if I allowed readers to submit their stories to me? They could tell me all about their bad dates and I could post the best “worst” dates from them. It’ll be like a contest.

This is not so good! “As I was always with Jake at that time and Caroline wad with me, we 3 got into good company and afterwards Mike also joined us. I let Caroline enjoy her sugar crushing on a promise that she would never hinder Jake’s training ever and from there on thing went awesome for us until" the past entered into a very bad pace of climax and I was regretting myself for falling for Caroline already.

Love..we all heard about it..feel it...don't know how many stories we have read about this single word love...but what is common in all these stories are that.. Love is something which brings good to us..when everything is going wrong..it makes things right.. For someone..it is happiness... For someone.. It is pain.. For someone, it is that craving.. For which they can't wait... But what happen when this love become Your badluck... There is a saying..that badluck don't leave u easily..it follows you everywhere....oops..that's scary..

Valerie Hernandez Deciding something is not easy. Especially when we decide something in our life. One wrong move, our life will be a mess. We eventually will hate ourselves and kept asking ourselves why did I decided to do that? Before we decide something that will make a change in our life, we need to contemplate and think through it. We just don’t act impulsively, however I did, and I don’t know if I regret it or not. "Earth to Valerie, are you with me?" I blinked my eyes a couple of times. "Yeah, I’m here."

Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform: The Bad Boy's Problem (Teen Romance) The Debt Collector (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Bad Boy's problem) The Unwanted Bride (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Debt Collector) My Boss is Clueless (Romantic comedy) Trapped by the Badboy Billionaire (Romantic Comedy and book two of My Boss is Clueless) The CEO's Serious Pursuit (Romantic Comedy and book 3 of My Boss is Clueless) A Chaotic Flower (Romantic Mystery) The Wrong Brother (Teen Romance)

Intentionally, I look for something with better comedy than deep story line, I don't want to risk putting on anything that even remotely relates to the shit we're just done talking about. No, it's not because I can't stand movies with characters whose backstories are similar to mine, I watch lots of those kind of movies and I even consider myself good at constructive criticism. Bad things happen all the time for no reason, and some of us are just unlucky. I just don't want her to start crying all over again, for......me. She stays cuddled up next to me as we both settle into the snacks in our hands, eyes glued to the screen displaying the romcom we finally settle on.

She turns to the man, her brown orbs glistening with mischief and she leans into the man's touch, pressing back on his body to seek friction. She wants to ignore whatever voice in her head telling her not to do something stupid but stupid is fun, stupid feels good, it feels amazing to make bad decisions. When you make bad decisions, half of the time, they are things you badly want to do so why not finally do them and think about the consequences later. That's exactly what she wanted to set her mind on and it was working perfectly for her so far seeing there was a hunk of a man behind her, pressing into her and she was doing likewise and God- does he smell unbelievably good.

I had always been good at strategy for organizations and slow to apply it to myself. She wrote: I learned that the worst thing and the best thing can be sequential chapters of the same story, and that the best thing does not cancel the worst one, and the worst one does not nullify the best. Both are true simultaneously. The damage is real. The life built from and alongside the damage is also real. Holding both is not contradiction. It is accuracy.

“Barely. The literature teacher already gave us a huge project. And… I kept feeling like Aiden was watching me.” Sophie’s eyes widened. “Girl. Be extremely careful. He’s the kind of trouble that looks good until it breaks your heart. You deserve better than that kind of distraction.” I nodded, but deep down, that single intense look from him had planted a tiny, dangerous seed of curiosity. I crushed it as hard as I could. I had seen what happened to girls who fell for boys like him. My mother’s stories were warning enough. By the end of the day, my feet ached in shoes that were one size too small, but I kept my head high as Sophie and I headed toward the bus stop.

I thought about this with the seriousness it deserved. "I think," I said slowly, "that things happen and then you decide what to make of them. The making is the human part. The reason is what you build, not what the event was planning when it arrived." She sat with this. "So the bad thing is not for a reason," she said. "The bad thing is just a bad thing," I said. "What you do afterward is where the meaning is. You make the reason." "Is that what you did?" she said.