Being Wrong Book Novels & Stories

I took another book from a different author, which he, of course, immediately had a comment about. And when I opened another book, another of his random facts came once again. And again. And again, until all the books I had collected to read had been reduced to nothing more than the work of ‘amateurs’ who knew nothing about real-life events. With a loud thud, I stood up. “Pray tell, what book in this terrible library is actually worthy of your approval, Ser Orpheus? Because every single damned book I have opened is either incomplete or completely incorrect,” I said, clenching my jaw.

“No public display of affection when out with the commoners.” “These are ridiculous!” Pamela looked up with a frown. “Full of shit!” Zita dropped the book. “It's like the book was designed to suck all the fun in life.” “The most annoying part is that I can't even work anymore because I'm going to be a princess.” Kim angrily said. “This is just like a trap to snatch all my rights from me.” “It's not too late, you know? I can take you out of here.” Zita scoot closer to her. “We can leave all these behind.”

I said, "Marrying you in our last life was my biggest regret. I don't love you anymore. I don't want a child with you. Stop living in the past. I'm never going back there." Finn froze, hurt evident on his face. I didn't care about his feelings at all. I simply turned and left the room. He shouted after me, "All men are the same! Do you really think that Damien cares about you? Why would the wealthiest man in Abgate City want an ordinary woman?

Looking back at felicia it felt like a strange hiccup just came over her. “That was a mistake…” She snared. “Oh, if that's so, what gives you the right to call someone else the sane name you clearly represent.” Ezekiel was really calm about the comeback, he was protecting me and for the first time in my life i felt peace. “Name your price, woman.” Ezekiel said, with a smile. “Price? Are you trying to buy my silence? Look here you bitch….” “Her name is Lauren..” Ezekiel corrected her almost immediately.

I quietly looked at him, my heart no longer hurting as much as I had imagined it would. “Luca,” I called softly. The child immediately looked up, as if grasping onto his last bit of hope. “When you grow up, you’ll understand that liking one person doesn’t mean you can use another person as a stepping stone. “You looked down on me for being injured, not being able to hold a gun steadily, or being the mother you wanted. Those things were real. “And your regret today is real, too. “But regret doesn’t take back words that have already been spoken.”

She had fallen to this point because she had brought it all on herself. In the end, no one ever earned money beyond their own understanding. Anything one gained by accident would eventually be taken back—just in another form.

He wanted to believe the machine was wrong, that my memories were confused, that the sister he adored couldn’t possibly be that cruel. “I told you many times,” I whispered weakly. “You just chose to believe Emily.” My eyes drifted shut again. The pain was unbearable, and the exhaustion heavier than anything I had ever felt. Steve hesitated, his face torn between disbelief and guilt, then turned toward our parents. Ben remained silent. Mary suddenly broke down. “Lily, we were wrong. I didn’t realize how much you’d been through. I thought Emily was just being playful.” Playful. That word said everything.

Every day, she wore heavy makeup at home, and as soon as night fell, she would go out clubbing with her good-for-nothing friends. When Jacob saw me arrive, he excitedly turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the moment of the lottery draw. Jacob held his lottery ticket and checked the numbers one by one, terrified of missing a single thing. When he realized the numbers didn't match, he froze in place. "How is this possible? How? I was sure it was today!" he mumbled. His face went white, and his lips trembled. After he returned to his senses, he yelled at Quinn, "This isn't right! This isn't the jackpot number! Quinn, what's going on?"

It was cluttered with books and materials of all sorts. Several opened books were scattered on the computer table, with red marks and notes scrawled across the pages. Someone had been studying very hard there. Nathan slowly walked over and flipped through the books. Psychology? He frowned as he took in the room. He saw a lot of books on the shelf that didn't belong to him. His gaze was locked on the titles. "Best Ways to Handle Toxic People". "The Key to Overcoming Nasty People" "Foundations of Psychology" Nathan's lips curled slightly as a smirk played on his face.

His throat was tight. He said: "She wouldn't do that. Sloane wouldn't—" She said: "You don't know what she would do. You never did. You spent three years thinking you knew her and you were wrong about the most basic things." Her voice didn't change. Still even. Still calm. "You were wrong about how she would react. You were wrong about how long she would wait for you to come back. And you were wrong about what she was capable of when someone gave her a better option."