Being Wrong Book Novels & Stories

To love anyway. And Owen and Lucas had both learned that lesson well. They had both learned that the most beautiful kind of wrong was the one that led you

Wouldn’t it be nice? About an hour had passed and it was almost time for the bell to ring. The whole time she was reading she felt slightly uncomfortable, as if she had been joined by an eerie presence that sent shivers down her spine. She closed her book with a thud and stood up from her chair. She packed up her notes into her bag and hung it over her shoulder, ready to return the book she had been reading. She had learnt some useful information about demons and how hell works but she wasn’t sure about how accurate it was. It was written by humans so it might not be completely truthful. Humans like to exaggerate for personal gain, it was a fact. She was about to walk away from the table whe

I read the top title: Basic Physiology of Living Things. Not exactly a thrilling story, but I appreciate the gesture. He settles back into the chair. I pick a random book and open it. This is going to be a long night. Later I’ve been reading about the internal organs of rabbits for what feels like hours. “You hate the book,” Kael says suddenly. “No,” I lie. “It’s very... informative.” “It’s upside down.” I blink, mortified. Sure enough, the pages are the wrong way up. “I guess that’s why none of it made sense,” I try to joke.

For as long as I have known her, she always had her nose buried in a book and that wasn’t even the weird part, the weird part was that she was convinced they were real. “I am going to ignore your pessimism,” she said, “Anyways this book is about a really evil Alpha.” “Let me guess what happens,” I interrupted, “He finds his mate and she makes him a better person. Sorry to burst your little fantasy bubble; but that doesn’t happen in real life.” “First of all, that is not what happened,” she shot me a scathing look, “Second of all, they do happen.” “My apologies; what happened in the book?”

"Well I read but not all the time due to my busy schedules. I do have some favorites" "Recommend one then." Jax went to a shelf and brought out a book which he gave to Ricciardo. "The Villain's redemption by Winwrite." Ricciardo read out the title. "Yes, it's a great book." "What is it about?" "It's about a villain who did a lot of bad things due to his misunderstandings. But he realized his mistake, changed his ways and had a good life." Jax informed him. "It's a nice plot, why do you like it though?" Ricciardo asked.

] In the company's ladies' chat, the onlookers were having a field day. [You've only been off for half a day, and you're already going overboard. Come on, get ready to be lectured!] [Ditching your pals for a pretty face, huh?] [Wow, that intense? Hook me up, too!] they joked. I just shook my head, a rueful grin on my face. Recommending those racy novels to my friends was a mistake. After that, their heads were filled with nothing but naughty thoughts. My phone pinged again. It was Edmund, of all people.

“By what? The concept of employment?” “Your stupid car!” Lucas groaned dramatically and dragged one hand down his face. “You cannot keep accidentally committing parole violations, Shaw.” “I KNOW.” He muttered several deeply offensive things under his breath before sharply turning the car around at a light. The Bugatti swerved smoothly through traffic. “You better pray my father never finds out how catastrophically unintelligent you are.” “This is partially your fault.” “How?” “You distracted me.” “With what?” I stared at him. Lucas blinked once. Then he smirked slowly.

I see his jaw tighten, pain flickering, but I keep going. “But somehow, between all of that, you became the one person I didn’t have to explain myself to. You saw me messy, broken, stubborn and you stayed anyway.” His eyes glisten, barely visible under the sunlight. “I don’t know what kind of love this is,” I continue, my voice trembling. “But if it’s wrong, then I’ll live with wrong. Because it’s mine. And so are you.” The crowd exhales like they forgot how to breathe. I can feel the world watching, but for once, I don’t care.

She looked at the man standing twenty feet away who was the father of her child and did not know it. Because she had gotten it wrong. She was starting to understand that now. She had gotten everything wrong. "Nothing," she said. And she walked back into the conference room. And she sat down. And she pretended, for the next four hours, that her world was not detonating quietly from the inside out.