Here For The Wrong Reasons Novels & Stories

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.”

“Reasons come before circumstances. Tell them the reason behind your ordeal. Stop making it look as if I'm a bad girl. I am not.” I spoke confidently and defensively. “I'm not here for that. As you can see, I am regaining gradually from the pain you and your cohort inflicted on me. I'm strongly promising you here and your partners in crime: the law will certainly make you all understand the cost of your evil actions. Donal, please take me out of this place.” She muttered. But still standing and voicing out.

he said coldly, “but you’re not innocent either. For three years, I thought about sending you back to your old town. I was even willing to give you money, as much as you wanted. But you were too greedy.” His voice hardened. “Your own greed destroyed you. You wanted too much. You wanted to be the rich, pampered daughter of this family. You brought this on yourself.” Brought this on myself? A rough, broken laugh tore from my throat and turned into coughing. I couldn’t tell if I was crying or laughing anymore. The pain was unbearable. My head throbbed until everything went black. “She can’t take any more,” Mr. Wilson shouted. “If she keeps dreaming, it could cause permanent brain damage!”

"But I want something in return." Here it comes. The catch. "What?" "When this all comes out, when Michael and Kevin go to prison and Anders Corporation collapses, I want credit. I want the world to know that I'm the one who brought them down." "That's it? You want recognition?" I stare at her. "You want credit? For what, being a mistress who kept receipts?" Her eyes flash. "Excuse me?" "You heard me. You had an affair with a married man, and now you want to be celebrated for exposing him?" I shake my head. "That's not heroic. That's just revenge."

She couldn’t leave him behind. The man cocked the gun, a cruel gleam in his eyes. “You should’ve stayed out of this, Aiden. This isn’t your fight.” Aiden took one step forward, his jaw clenched. “It’s too late for that. I’ll fight for her. I’ll fight for this baby.” The man’s smile widened, but there was no humor in it. “You’re making a big mistake, Aiden. This baby will never be yours. It’s already claimed by someone else.”

I explained. “Everybody does bad things, for different reasons, but people would rather do the right thing,” Max said, I looked at him and noticed that he was serious. I remember again the night I hoped that he wouldn't kill me. Hoping for some mercy from him. “A person can do wrong when he wants something that is just for himself, a person can do right when he wants something that is also in accordance with others,” Magnus said. I agreed with what he said.

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

What did it have to do with me? He was greedy, vain, and wanted a wealthy woman to support him, so he had to bear the consequences of his choice. There was no such thing in this world as getting both sudden wealth and a faithful, devoted wife. As I listened to Jacob, I secretly made a decision. Since he wanted to play dirty, he couldn't blame me for being unfair. I had held back before, considering the fact that we were siblings. I never expected he would see me as an enemy. I said mockingly, "I've never depended on a wife, only on myself. I'm not like you, always blaming everyone and everything but never reflecting on your own actions!"

“Why?” “I- I hurt him for no good reason.” I frowned. “Did he not molest you? Hurt you?” “Yes.” “Then you had a reason. The guilt is not real. You were conditioned to feel guilt when you fought back. Underneath that, under the guilt, what do you feel?” She bit into her already ruined lip. I pulled it out from between her teeth. “Stop,” I said softly. “Tell me. What is it that you really feel?”

--- Silas crossed his arms. “So we can’t define error based on intent alone.” Victor nodded. “No.” --- Roman added quietly, “And we can’t define it based on outcome alone either.” Ariana looked at him. “Why not?” Roman shrugged slightly. “Because sometimes the right decision leads to the wrong result,” he said. “Doesn’t make it wrong.” --- That landed. Hard. --- Victor’s gaze sharpened slightly. “Then error has to account for both,” he said. Ariana nodded slowly.