Bad Decision Make Good Stories Novels & Stories

Walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Usually the view calmed me. Today it didn’t. Today all I could think about was how quickly things were changing. One article became three. Three became ten. Ten became a narrative. And narratives were dangerous. Because people believed them. Employees believed them. Investors believed them. Partners believed them. The worst part? I wasn’t losing because Joan was smarter than me. I was losing because people wanted to believe the worst. People loved watching successful men fall. It entertained them.

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

Mrs Baldwin furrowed her brows at me, "Why? He just got back and he needs someone as good as you to help me pass the finals. You don't want him to fail, do you?" "No, absolutely not." I quickly answered her before she got the wrong idea, "it's just that Jake is an asshole-" Mrs Baldwin's brows furrowed even deeper. Oops, wrong choice of words. "I mean, he isn't really a good guy and I don't want to be paired with someone like him." I explained in a calmer tone despite the havoc that was going on inside of me. "If Jake isn't a good person then I think the right person to set him on the right path is you, Keisha."

"You've told me before but a bad boy is my type. They are good in bed, hot, sexy, protective, possessive, and love hard when they fall for someone for the first time." I grimaced as I wondered if there was something wrong with her in the head. Lucas Hamilton was not looking like someone who can change and the way she identified him made me uncomfortable as I was sure he wasn't good in bed or whatever she meant. Andrea must've read a lot of erotic books that she didn't know what she was saying. "...and if he's so bad, I will change him as I said before," Andrea said and nudged my arm with her elbow. "He'll be one lucky man when he falls for me. What do you think? Am I a perfect girl for him,

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

Eyes pinning me in place ,rendering me hot and bothered ,with scattered thoughts. I chided my stubborn and errant brain to focus. "Okay,let's focus on this redo and turn it in.No distractions.And we can go right back to pretending you did not almost jeopardize my entire life's calling by being an over confident bighead", I said after clearing my throat. "Excuse me",he said ,his voice filled with mock offence"I never make mistakes.It was a one-time slip". "Well,make sure there are no slip ups tonight.I want to be able to sleep tonight knowing my career isn't at stake".

They zoomed out of the alleyway and Hazi wanted to bring Marian to a place where she wanted to be. "Decisions are always important for everyone. If we made the best decision in our life, we knew exactly what consequences we have to face. But sometimes, good decisions made the worst-case scenario. We always think that this would be good for us, but it was the other way. Remember that were no bad and good decisions, you just have to follow your heart and you will know what you were led up to. And, don't forget to use your mind in everything. After all, all the worst decisions were only sprouting out because of confusion and misery," Justin said to the class.

“But not because of anything you’ve done. You’re alive because you are leverage. Motivation. Insurance.” His eyes glinted, sharp as knives. “If my daughter cooperates, you’ll continue breathing. If she resists, well…” He tapped his chin. “An accident can be arranged. Men like you slip through the cracks so easily.” Jax growled low in his throat. “She won’t break.” Richard leaned down, close enough that Jax could smell his cologne—expensive, sterile, wrong. “Everyone breaks,” he whispered. “Especially when love is involved.”