Bad Decision Make Good Stories Novels & Stories

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.

"The moral of the story?" He laughed at her cute question. "The moral of the story is, no one is good or bad... We all have good and bad sides in us and that's what makes our life story strong... If we all are good then there is no story, if we all are bad then there is no need for your story because you don't deserve one... Good and evil makes one perfect life story and that's what makes our life worth... No one is good and bad, no one is a hero and villain. We are both!"

The amber liquid caught the light as he swirled it in the glass. "Do you know what the difference is between a liar and a bad liar, Cedric?" Cedric swallowed. "I'm guessing you're about to tell me." "The bad ones think speed will save them. They rush their words and forget their breath. The good ones…" He looked over his shoulder, his eyes catching the low light like a predator's. "They know when to pause." Cedric forced a breath, trying so hard to put himself together, but it came out shaky anyway. "You got a degree in psychology or something?"

“Go on.” I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on me. “People connect with stories. Instead of just promoting the product, we could build campaigns that highlight how our services impact real lives. Create a narrative that’s personal and relatable. It’s not just about what we’re selling—it’s about why it matters.” The room went silent for a moment, and I braced myself for dismissal, for someone to point out how naive or irrelevant my suggestion was. But Karen’s lips curved into a small, approving smile. “That’s… an excellent point.”

she called me. “Raya....” “I don’t like daddy. He lied to me.” She was still going through the same pang of pain. “He did it to save you, Raya,” “Do you know the difference between good and bad people?” “A bad person does the bad thing, and a good person chooses good things,” she answered, resting her head on my chest. “No,” “Humans make mistakes.” “What makes them good or bad is their choice. Good and bad both choose bad things, but what differs in their outcome is the intentions behind them. The good person would feel bad after doing it, and the bad will not.” She furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."