Choice Made In Anger Cannot Be Undone Novels & Stories

If bad things still happened, I only had to accept it. Everyone had to make many important choices in life, the results of that choice would affect their whole life. And of course, there were many people who had made the wrong choice and then they could only accept it. "Are you crazy?" Kate yelled angrily and tried to hold me back, but she still couldn't completely control me. Like they say, with determination, I could do what I wanted, I was a little weaker than Kate but because I tried not to be controlled by her, I would definitely get rid of them.

"Anger will only eat at you. It's time to make a choice. The families are innocent or guilty. If they are innocent then grant them forgiveness and move on. If they are guilty then kill them or cast them out." I took a breath and continued. He wasn't going to like my opinion. "At this point you haven't made a different choice than your father made. They are killing themselves and casting themselves out of your pack. It seems like they've already determined where your opinion lies. You've just forced them to do the work." I sat silently and drank my cooling tea. Joel hadn't moved a muscle; he just stared at the floor. I shifted a little on the chair underneath me and wondered if I should clean

I sat on the edge of the bed and I listened. "He was afraid," she said. "At the end. He made the wrong choice because he was afraid of the wrong thing. I have thought about it for twenty-one years and I have not resolved whether I'm angry at him for it or whether I understand. I think I do both. You can do both." She looked at the baby's face. "When someone you love does something wrong, you get to be angry and you get to understand. You don't have to pick." The baby had her eyes open.

People do things in anger that they regret later own and most of the anger is invalid because they don’t know the full story and act recklessly, thinking they are right. I didn’t wait for him to say anything else, I don’t know if he was even going to say anything else. “Listen, don’t come here you know that I’m not dead or anything like that, I don’t want you to be worried about me,” I told him, biting my nails I was trying to be as nice as I could but a rejection is a rejection however nice you try to make it, it doesn’t matter.

"Clearly, you've made a mistake." "I assure you, we have not, Alpha Kane." Anton lifts his chin, his pointy nose tilted like a pig sniffing for food. Alpha Kane glares at Elder Anton with disgust, and I gasp in shock when he pushes me aside and walks toward Anton. Kane towers over Anton, and he takes a cautious step backwards. "Sir… Alpha…the choice has been decided," Anton clears his throat. "Once it has been written, it cannot be undone." "Anything can be undone," Kane growls, clenching his fists.

he murmurs, echoing my earlier jab. I smile, then sober, tracing the edge with my thumb. “You know,” I say, “there was a time when I couldn’t look at this without wanting to rip it up. Or maybe set it on fire. Or both.” “I would have understood,” he says. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t defend himself. Doesn’t try to explain. He just stands there, letting the possibility of that old anger hang between us like smoke that’s finally started to clear. “I was so angry at you for trying to make that choice for me,” I go on. “For deciding I was better off without you and not even asking.”

"I know you will be angry. You have every right. What I did was cowardly. Selfish. But it was also the only way. Richard would have used you to control me. Would have hurt Dora to make me cooperate. I could not allow that. So I chose this. Choose exile over risking you." Anger and understanding warred inside me. I wanted to scream. To cry. To throw things and rage at the unfairness. He made choices without me. Decided our fate alone. That was not a partnership. That was not love. Or was it? Was love sometimes making the hard choice? The one that hurt you most?

" Lara heard Matthew's words and shook her head then she turned to the other side. Her body was still shaking with anger. Matthew stood in front of his wife again and said," Any decision taken in anger never brings good results. It always harms, so we have to make a decision with a cool head, even if Mr. William loves his granddaughter more than you, he will never hand over the company to his granddaughter because his granddaughter does not have that ability. Don't forget that his granddaughter has three bastard children, and if the media gets to know this news, then his company's reputation will be completely destroyed, and that is why he will never make his granddaughter the CEO of the com

“I’ve thought the same thing more times than I can count.” “Doesn’t it make you angry? That none of this was ever really ours to fight?” “It used to,” I said. “For years, all I had was anger. It’s what got me through losing my father, losing my name, losing everything I thought I understood about who I was. But anger by itself doesn’t fix anything. It just burns.” I reached for his hand. “This is ours now, whether we chose it or not. So we fight it the way we choose to, together, instead of the way it was handed to us.”

“I’m fine,” I lied, my voice brittle. “No, you’re not,” he said, his voice quiet. “You’re ashamed. And you’re angry.” “You’re damn right I’m angry!” I shot back, the fury I thought had been spent returning with a vengeance. “You forced me! You took away my choice, you—”