Here For The Wrong Reasons Novels & Stories

Introduction “I hate you,” I choked out as he sank deep, teeth scraping over my nipple. “Liar,” Kai growled, fist tightening in my hair as he drove harder. “Your cunt is soaking for the guy who used to make you cry, freckles. Say you’re mine.” “Never…this is all pretend. We’re pretending,” I trembled even as my body arched into him. “Then you won’t mind if I ruin you completely.” He pulled out, leaving me empty and desperate. “Ruin me. Break me. But I’ll never belong to you.” Kai’s dark chuckle vibrated against my throat as he slammed back in. “Good. I live for a challenge.” .... Elara has spent years quietly loving her best friend, Elias—the golden, easy-going one

"The pattern got passed down. And I'm trying to understand how that happens. How the wrong thing gets transmitted like it's normal." Damien is very quiet for a moment. "It gets transmitted by making it feel necessary," he says. "By building the wrong thing inside enough right-feeling context that you stop questioning the wrong thing itself." He holds her gaze. "The antidote is what your mother's grandfather gave her. And what we're trying to give you." "What's that?" Hope says. "The reason underneath the method," he says. "Not just how to read the registries. Why." He pauses. "When you know the why well enough, the wrong thing stops feeling necessary."

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

Good solution, my ass. I don't see a good solution to my problem. Because if I choose the right one I will still cry. I’m still the loser in the end. I will still be left behind. I will be miserable. Though I have an option, I'd rather live miserably than snatch an innocent child's right of having a complete family.

“Bad and wrong purpose. You should keep that to yourself. You should have the right and correct purpose in your life and every decision that you make.” Is it bad to think of taking revenge on the people who killed Mom and Dad? I guessed so. But that’s the thing that I want. I do still have a good purpose in my life. I want to protect my brothers. I want to seek out the truth. Maybe people have a mixture of both purposes. …

Not anymore. Aѕ thе bath ѕtаrtѕ tо fіll, a ѕhrеd оf righteousness returns he’s not thе оnlу оnе whо hаѕ a rеаѕоn tо ѕuѕресt something is uр. Hе hаѕ an ultеrіоr mоtіvе thаt рutѕ Aрrіl’ѕ ѕаfеtу аt risk.

I should run back into the bedroom, lock the door, and pretend none of this happened. I should pretend like it was a mistake that I don’t want him to do all that to me. But if I perish, I perish, I don't care now. So my fingers curl into the waistband of his pants again, almost without permission. He watches me do it. A low, approving sound rumbles in his chest. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Don’t stop this time.” I swallow hard. “This is wrong,” I whisper, even as my hand keeps moving. “You’re my husband’s father. I… I shouldn’t be touching you like this.”

Two guys in one night—not bad. Angel just left; she doesn't like what she saw.With what happened today and what she sees now, she believes in what the elders say:The young people today are impulsive; they don't think about the results and consequences of what they do.a fragile young woman and a passionate young man, and when they collide, there will be a poor person who may not last long in this world because both are not ready to work here.

Not anymore. Aѕ thе bath ѕtаrtѕ tо fіll, a ѕhrеd оf righteousness returns he’s not thе оnlу оnе whо hаѕ a rеаѕоn tо ѕuѕресt something is uр. Hе hаѕ an ultеrіоr mоtіvе thаt рutѕ Aрrіl’ѕ ѕаfеtу аt risk.

"But listen to me, Liam's action was separate from your relationship with Hannah. His betrayal is his own. It does not mean you are a failure." He finally spun around, his face slick with sweat and tears, his eyes blazing with a mixture of hatred and pain that was genuinely frightening. "It means everything!" he yelled, throwing his arms out in a gesture of absolute despair. "It means I was wrong to trust! I was weak! Liam always takes what's mine. My parents’ approval, their love, and finally, the only woman who ever saw past the disease—and even she preferred him for one night! I am nothing! A replacement!"