Novel & Cerita Good Side Bad Side

Adelaide, the Veil… “Why does Kian want that?” I asked, curious. Kayden let out a low chuckle, making it clear he had been waiting for me to ask him that question. “Kian doesn’t wish for anyone to get hurt ever again,” he said. “Kian wants to separate the good from the bad.” Separate the good from the bad… As someone who had been through a lot myself, that idea didn’t sound too terrible, but unfortunately it was impossible. There was bad in this world, and good in this world, and that was the way it would always be.

With the witnesses and the crimes that endanger my life, I know some would understand why I came up with this circumstance. “That is all that I have to say” The world is not as kind as we think it was. It was turning evil day by day. It is up to us how we would like to face it. Shall we look at the bad side more or shall we be thankful of the good sides? For me, I have faced so much negativity so now I want to embrace the goodness in life. Just like how Mom want to see the world full of kindness. … “Yes Mom, I am taking a break right now like you asked me to…”

For the 13th time, an AI-generated photo pops up on my feed, showing my best friend, Gwen Spalding, and my boyfriend, Andrew Gunnell, wrapped in each other's arms. Gwen's still a mess after getting dumped so suddenly, so I assume she's mixed Andrew up with someone else again. Then a comment stops me cold. "I was there. Joyce tried to brush it off before and claimed the picture was AI-generated, but let's see her deny this! Besides, look at them. A guy as hot as Andrew belongs with a knockout like Gwen. They look way better together." Attached to the comment is a candid photo of Gwen and Andrew wrapped in each other's arms, in the exact same pose as the picture on my feed. I screenshot t

It was because of his motivation I confronted Damien, which did not turn out amazing but at least I was no longer throwing darts in the dark. "One sorry does not change anything." "If he is wrong you are not right either," Silver arched his perfectly shaped eyebrows. "Of course you are going to take your friend's side," I scoffed and sat more comfortably on my soft seat. "It is not about taking sides. I am not saying he is infallible, he has made some questionable decisions but you have to try to know him better." "Know him? How can I do that? One day he is talking to be like a normal person and the other day he is growling at me....literally growling," I threw my hands in the air.

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

If there is good, there must be evil. If there is light, there must be dark If there is heat, there must be cold If there is a man, there must be a woman. In this scenario, i'm the good and the bad are these crooked bastards but the bad outsmarted me in a way I would soon realize.

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙; 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚� �𝙨.

"If Gabriele Andino helped you in the way you said he did, then why did you say that they weren't good people?" She smiled and continued sagely. "I can't say much, but they are involved in things that are frowned upon, but he does have a bottom line. In the world we live in, few people have that bottom line as he does. So I feel that whether good or bad is gotten from the perspective of the person involved. He is bad, yes but one of the kindest people I know." I really couldn't wrap my head around her words and we soon dropped the topic. After she had left I lay in bed, her words reverberating in my head again and again. How could one person be both a bad person and one of the kindest people

“Call it mercy. He’s suffering. And you, Doctor Blake, could end it quickly. Cleanly.” Her chest constricted, her breath coming shallow. “You’re insane.” “Maybe.” Ethan tilted his head. “But I’m also the only chance your biker has left.” He stepped closer again, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “You can’t keep playing both sides, Sienna. Sooner or later, you’ll have to choose. Him or us. Life or death.” Her nails dug into her palms so hard she felt skin break. “I won’t do it.”