Here For The Wrong Reasons Novels & Stories

I do not even remember when did I cry for the last time. Is it because Patrick Stump sings "Thanks for the Memories" and I know that's all I stand for, and all I will be. A memory in the lives of the people I met. A good shot, a pretty face, a bitch with nice assets. But a memory. Something ephemeral and inconsistent. Some something you can't catch and can't hold on to. I breathe, sitting up a little. Why am I getting all worked up? What happened, however, was not the first time. I escaped unscathed so why am I reacting like a poor girl?

It wasn't the anger that raised her voice but the knowingness of being WRONG. Yes, she knows she did wrong by assuming and judging him as gay without even asking him about it for once. She is aware of her wrongness and pressures him to get into a relationship or get married soon just because she wants him to. Because he's a grown-up adult who can make his own decisions and do things as per his choice.

He doesn't know it, but everything is so wrong, and I don't know how we can re-write these wrongs, nor do I know whether there is a way to right these wrongs. Come to think of it. We entered into this agreement erroneously. I was virtually bartered like a cheap merchandise to him by my ridiculous mother. First wrong! I had a golden chance to back out. Jerol himself offered me that chance, but I didn't take it. I consented to this no matter how absurd it was to me in all senses. Another wrong! His mother saw me as mere garbage. Another wrong, because no matter how awfully unfit I seemed in their eyes, she didn't have the right to mortify me that way or in any way. But I took it all in, for th

Wearing his feelings on his sleeve he opens up to her, trying to justify his actions. “And that’s your reasoning to leave me as your Mate? You put him over me?” Her voice is full of worry. Really, she doesn’t want him to answer as she fears he will turn her down again. “I have to do what is right for everyone. Even if it will kill me seeing you in his arms. I have to protect Ezra and the Pack. The needs of many will overshadow the need of one.” He answers with a heavy heart unable to hold her gaze as the weight of the whole pack lays on his shoulders

Some people use the excuse of falling in 'Love' to commit a crime- stalking, invading privacy rights, at worst, killing. Throwing a bunch of excuses like I killed him because he made my sister suffer or, killing a person for the reason the other person was cheating. Then love was made as a convenient reason to evade logical justification. Bea Von Eisyl, 26 years old, was once a victim of sexual assault, sexual harassment, and rape from her first boyfriend way back in her high school days. It took her a long time to heal the trauma that she had. She had experience falling in love again in her last year of college but they had broke of after 5 months. Reason? Because they can't have sex and he

If anything I was sure, was to snap that neck. At that particular moment, I realized I wasn't happy or proud that I was used for my brutality. I made money by hurting and hunting bullies down. I never considered the reasons that pushed them to follow that route. And that was just the problem. Reasons were powerful enough to help you make a decision but not powerful enough to save you from the consequences of your decisions. I was fighting for the right of delivering the consequences not considering the powerful reasons behind everything that pushed one to make the mistake despite its consequences. "Let go of him!" Jeremy requested.

Then the conversation turned to her. “Did you hear what happened to the new girl?” one asked. “Of course. It was bound to happen,” the other replied nonchalantly. “She was not qualified to be up here on her first day of work. That was expected.” “Some women think their beauty can get them whatever they want,” the first woman continued. “At least that one will learn it does not work that way here.”

We shouldn't have taken your spot just because we wanted wealth and status. "But we've already died three times now. That should count as paying our debt, right? "And as for your life... Maybe it really was just an accident?" At that, I only let out a bitter laugh. "Then why did she lose her mind and run out on our wedding night? If she hurts herself again in the future, won't I still end up buried alongside her? "Maybe I can save her once, but what about after that? Am I supposed to guard her every second for the rest of my life?"

I say. “He was a loose end,” he says. “Like you.” He raises the rifle. “You cursed the Duskbane line,” I say. “You made the ferals, you sold me, you faked your death. Why.” “Because the world needs order,” he says. “Wolves and humans, we can’t coexist without control. I gave them control, I gave them you, the perfect scapegoat. The tragic Luna who brought war.” “You wanted me to die today.”