Being Wrong Book Novels & Stories

I said just as she was about to tip her mug filled with freshly made coffee to her lips, she lowered it down until it was at her mid-section then responded; “I have nothing to say about you and your mistress,” Mistress, the word ticked at me immediately. Technically, that was what Lucia was, but it was such a bad name, I didn't want her to be referred to like that. “Please there's no need to call her names,” “It's not a name I'm just describing to her, it's not my fault that the shoe fits,”

She tilted her cup slightly and hot tea spilled directly onto my lap. I gasped and jumped up, whimpering. "Oops," Klara cooed, snatching some serviettes from the table, trying to wipe the spill but somehow making it ten times worse.. "I'm so clumsy around things that don't belong." Ethan stood up fast, his chair scraping loudly. "Klara, that's enough." "It was an accident," she replied innocently. "I'm so sorry, Madonna. I hope you're okay." The entire room had gone silent, everyone watching to see what I would do, including her as she stared down on me with an evil smile.

The headlines spread like wildfire. By morning, every major paper and gossip column had splashed my face across their pages, twisting a single stolen moment into a narrative that painted me as the villain. The Unfaithful Fiancée, the bold letters screamed, and beneath them were cruel words that made my stomach turn. Damian’s empire was spotless, his reputation untouchable, and now I had become the stain they wanted to drag across his name.

"So you're not so perfect after all. You're just like me..." "I'm nothing like you." Rhys's voice is steel. "Because when I realized I was wrong, when I understood what I'd done, I didn't double down. I didn't try to justify it or blame her. I owned my mistake. And I've been trying to make it right ever since. That's the difference between us, Kevin. I can admit when I'm wrong. You can't." "Oh, how noble." Kevin's sarcasm is thick. "But here's the thing, little brother, you were right to doubt her. Charlotte is exactly what I always said she was. A manipulator. A user. A woman who'll do anything to get what she wants."

“You heard me right. That's what I said. Keep calm and enjoy wealth. Do you lack anything in your life? Why should the DNA results you saw cause you to panic?” I asked. “Is the child going to take your place as the first wife? The answer is no! So what then is your problem? Keep shut,” I hollered. She seems betrayed and hurt. But I never betrayed her either. Everything happened by accident. I never knew when I impregnated that stranger. Called Sofia. It's a mistake. I think I was drunk.

"You're welcome to apply for next term." Next term. Everyone kept handing me next month, next term, next cycle, like time was a resource I had an abundance of instead of the one thing running out fastest. Neriah found me afterward on the library steps, staring at nothing, my napkin math still crumpled in my pocket like it might rearrange itself into something more forgiving if I just left it alone long enough. "How bad is it?" she asked, sitting down beside me without waiting for an invitation. "Bad enough that I've done the same math four times hoping I miscounted."

I had no idea why her books are here on the royal shelf, well, that wasn't my problem though. After I picked up the book from the shelf, I was about to go find somewhere to sit when one of her works caught my attention too. The title was Unlawful Affair With Asher Williams. I quickly picked it up and read the synopsis. At first, I thought it was incest, which was what I hated the most, but after I read the blurb and the warning on it, I realized that it was just a misunderstanding. "Let's read this later," I mumbled as I kept the book on the shelf because I already picked one already to read.

After my sister was born, my mother's love turned into a game decided by a coin toss. Mom had a custom gold coin made: the flower side stood for my sister, and the number side stood for me. For ten years, that coin decided who got the bigger slice of cake, who got a new dress, and even who went to the doctor when we were sick. But the number side never once landed face up. I cried, because none of it was fair, and Mom just looked at me coldly and said, "Your luck is worse than hers. Who are you going to blame for that?" The day my acceptance letter from the elite prep school arrived, all I wanted was a steak cooked by Mom. So I secretly swapped in a rigged coin engraved with a number on both

Please tell me it’s some stupid frat nickname they got in college and it’s just an inside joke. He doesn’t reply, just turns his head and looks back towards the house, slowly sliding his hands in his pockets. Right, all the useless true crime info i’ve collected over the years really needs to come in handy right now. What was that one book I read? About listening to your fear and it’s never wrong. I mean, the premise is great Mr Clever Author, but in practice, what if you're being led by your three year sex dry spell hmmm? What then?

He looked at the amulets, He looked at the book. He keeps on doing that like he's confused about what he thinks. He read it. " Maybe what I think now is not true. Maybe I'm just wrong about what I just read now. " Master Asua said, and that makes us wonder again. " What have you read Master Asua? What does the book say? Tell us! " I said. " The book says... " Master Asua uttered. He didn't even know if he's right. But what I think may be right.