Biased Novels & Stories

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

As expected, there was something wrong with this prize. "You ... Why are you doing this?" Betty bit her lips, slightly angry. "Because you are someone I like, I can't be impartial." Bryson was still speaking the truth. He was biased because he liked her. Betty's heart slightly tightened. This man had always been direct enough.

Eli reached across the table and took my hand. "That's already wrong," he said. "Because I've already seen the real Adrian. He's the one who fights when something matters. He's the one who eventually admits when he's wrong. He's the one who's willing to risk comfort to do something right. That Adrian is worth knowing." "You might change your mind," I said.

But lately, the pattern has intensified, its lines growing more defined and bold. He knew the subtle bias. The way Brian would dismiss an idea from a seasoned VP with a dismissive wave, only to praise the same idea when, a few minutes later, Davidson came forward with it and a subtle twist of phrasing. He noticed the possessive way Brian would stand just a fraction too close to Davidson in presentations, his body inclining into him as if in the creation of a private force field against the rest of the room.

"I'm happy they're here finally." ****Sorry for the short chapter. Mind's been on a wild rollercoaster for a ride. I will not be responding to negative comments. I simply will find a way to block you from my books. I'm not forcing any of you to read, your negative comments are disrespectful not only to me but other readers who happen to be enjoying the read. Please just simply don't read if it's something you don't like. Thanks****

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He was wielding a massive hamaxe¹. Will immediately knew he had made a mistake, he had severely underestimated the technology of the Orcs, maybe even this world. He ȧssumed just because the Goblins were this primitive, everyone else wouldn't be too far ahead. [I should have taken them all away, now we're all going to die.] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move.

A man who's going to try to justify all the nasty things his brothers have done to vulnerable girls. Maybe I should stop thinking about this, there's no rule that says men aren't allowed. He looks nice either way. "Yeah." He says. "I'm trying to get a job at ABC News I have my job application ready and stuff. You guys wish me luck." "Good luck." They all echo and they're smiling like maniacs I don't even know why Aisha is blushing, she has a handsome and sexy fiance she doesn't need this guy to make her blush. Although, maybe he's able to make her blush because he isn't white. I did hear her say she will never find white guys attractive. At least she's crushing on someone who looks like he w

I asked. I mean every time i talked to her, she had some negative to say about him. The rest of the girls was happy that we could do-parent like adults. But no matter how many good things he did, Kita always said some negative. And that was bothering me. "Shunshine, that man has hurt you more times then I could count. Why would you wanna be around him? I can't stand him. I hate him for you. He ain't gotta be their to spend time with the kids. Send his ass home. I can't see how you do it. You should hate him. He dogged your ass out."

I asked Jarren, looking through the bibs. “They’re at the register.” Was his response. I shifted through the bibs before picking one that said, “Mommy’s Little Trouble Maker.” It was purpled with white writing. I was definitely getting it. I placed it in the basket before turning back to the wall. I found one that said, “I’m Cute, Just like My Daddy.” Knowing how true that would be, I laughed before showing it to Jarren.