Falling In Love With A Wrong Person Novels & Stories

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?"

Only if I could make my heart understand, then I guess I would have been able to win against the love. The love term has become my life's biggest enemy. Why do you love the wrong person always? Why love made you have feelings for a person who is never meant to be yours? Why love hates people because it always makes people fall for someone who is out of your reach? I've fallen for the man who is my boss! Why? Just because he was a nice gentleman to me.

A/P "We may love the wrong person or cry for the wrong reason. But one thing is sure, mistakes help us find the right person." ~A/N

In the end, they spent three more nights fooling around. The woman was thirty this year, two years older than Jerry. Six years ago, Jerry's mum took a fancy on the woman and decided that her son would marry her. Cassandra fell for Jerry the first time she laid her eyes on him. However, he never even looked at her properly in the past six years. He did not hold her hand even once, not to mention touch her in an intimate way. Initially, she thought of saving herself for Jerry but he refused to lay his hands on her. She was a thirty-year-old woman with healthy sexual desires. Therefore, she would go looking for young boyfriends to satisfy her needs. Of course, she carried out those affairs in s

“I know you, Dahlia.” The words die in my throat, because as funny as it may sound, I can't deny it anymore. No matter how much I want to and how badly I wish I could rip him out of my chest and throw him away. Fuck it. Yeah… I've fallen in love with the wrong man again. And maybe Sunny is right. Maybe there really is something wrong with me, because every single time I give someone my heart, they crush it in their fists and leave me bleeding around their feet.

I can no longer at this point tell what is right and what is wrong. I'm once again jump-jolted to reality by his lips massaging mine gently in a slow soft kiss. This too, is it wrong? Because I don't want to term it that way. It's a feeling that I don't want to part with. The way he cares, the way he looks at me, the way he calms me down, everything that he makes me feel is fascinating in every sense. Is that wrong too? Has falling in love ever been a crime? If it is, if ever this turns out to be wrong, who will bare the blame? What will be the consequences? How severe will that punishment be?

“I don't know what I'm doing right now. You were right Gigi, I'm overreacting.” “This is such a stupid thing to do. I think…I think this is too much.” I say, my heart rate slowly rising. I want to stop right here and just try to forget I ever met him, but my heart aches so bad. Something deep down tells me that Lance actually loves me, I just don't want to let it go, I don't want to let him go. “I mean… what if I find something bad? Dirty. But I still can’t fall out of love with him?” I ask.

Falling for the wrong person could hurt like hell, but how could one distinguish between the right and wrong? “Is this love?” she pondered silently. The thought echoed in her mind, making her reflect on her past. She recalled a day when she had fallen gravely ill, too weak to go to work. That was when Nicole had called, his voice weak as he admitted he hadn’t eaten since morning and was feeling sick too. At that moment, she felt a strange connection, as if fate had intertwined their lives in that shared misery. But that bond had faded, just like the others before it, leaving her to wonder if she would ever truly find a love that lasted. Now, here she was, fighting to recover.

He looked like he had not slept in days. "Don’t marry him," he repeated, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. Her fingers trembled faintly, but she forced herself to stay composed. "Wyatt, what are you doing here?" She could hear the coldness in her own voice. "Aren’t you afraid your precious Vera will get jealous?" His breathing hitched. Pain flashed in his eyes. "I mistook the wrong person." His voice was low and rough, as if countless emotions were being crushed down inside it. "Ree, three years ago, the one I fell for was you. Not Vera. All these years, I was blind. I loved the wrong person."

How did he fell for a nuisance like Patricia. "Don't you get it? You are the bitch that I have fallen for. I love you! You bitchy, lousy lady. And you are going no where. If you insist on leaving, then return my heart or carry me with you!" Everywhere tranquil. Comprehension set him. Patricia's eyes softened. Was she the bitch he fell in love with? Doubt settled in her eyes. "Did I hear you correctly? You are in love with me?" "Oh fuck! Bitch! You aren't deaf right? It seems possible, considering you are a huge package to handle."