Here For The Wrong Reasons Novels & Stories

Her eyes blinked as she looked away in embarrassment. “I think you just hate that you’re not in control,” he added, and that hit deeper. She exhaled, dropping her head. “I just don’t want to make the wrong choice,” she admitted. “ I don't want to give in to something I'm not sure of,” Miles nodded. “ Then don't rush yourself.” She blinked at him. “Everyone’s pulling you,” he continued. “Tyler wants you one way. Your situation with Grayson is pulling you another way. And you?” he tapped lightly against her knee. “You haven’t even stood still long enough to figure out what you want.”

Step by step, I dragged my suitcase toward the ticket counter. "I want a refund," I said as I slapped my ID on the counter, my voice thick with annoyance. The staff at the counter glanced at the screen, then looked me up and down before rolling her eyes. "Sorry, but this counts as a no-show due to personal reasons. We can only refund the fuel surcharge and infrastructure fees, which come to 120 dollars. We can't refund the full fare." An angry scoff escaped me. "Personal reasons? Your airline overbooked the flight and forcibly removed paying passengers. You call that 'personal reasons'?"

I was on my feet now, the emptiness inside me howling, filling with a defiant heat that burned straight through my chest. "You want to know why I was distracted? Why I couldn’t think straight? It’s because every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. It’s because for four fucking years, since the night she kissed me, I haven’t been able to breathe right around another woman. It’s because the one time I tried to forget, I got drunk and made a mistake that’s sitting right there!"

She was gloating. Still, she acted like she was the one being treated unfairly. "Honey, get to the care center now. Someone's saying I'm not your wife, and she is. She said the care center gave her spot to the wrong person, and she's accusing them of negligence." Her voice started to crack halfway through. William's furious voice tore through the air. "What did that crazy bitch do this time? How dare she try to push you around! I'll be right there. Stay calm!"

*** It isn't simple at all. Looking at the tall building in front of me, I decide it's a bad idea to even drive here in the first place. This isn't right. This is all too wrong and it's messing with my head. That night wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to find him attractive and even allowed him to give me multiple orgasms in one night but here I am, smiling at the memory and liking every bit of it. As much as I would like to do it again. I remind myself why I can't. Why this is wrong and very inappropriate and so unlike me. I am now his professor and he's likely my student and he's also my client. My big break.

“You said you love me.” “And I do. That’s why I’m doing this. Because I don’t want you to hurt anymore. I don’t want to make things difficult for you anymore. I don’t want you to lose the family you have before I even came into your life. I know it’s a tough choice you made. And now…you don’t have to make it anymore. I will make it for you.” She took a deep breath. A whimper escaped from her lips. “Go back to them, Justin. I am no longer claiming you. Because this is the right thing to do.” Justin shook his head. “If this is right, then why does it feel wrong?”

During the holiday, my husband and I attended a free health screening organized by our local community clinic. The doctors diagnosed me with late-stage lung cancer. But after a follow-up examination, I learned the truth—the hospital had mixed up the test samples. The one who actually had lung cancer was my husband. We had always had a loving marriage, so I rushed home in tears. On the way back, I had already made up my mind to use every cent of my savings to pay for his treatment. But the moment I reached the door, I heard our son's worried voice from inside. "Dad, it's already late-stage cancer. Treatment is just going to be a money pit." I was about to push the door open and tell them

I quietly looked at him, my heart no longer hurting as much as I had imagined it would. “Luca,” I called softly. The child immediately looked up, as if grasping onto his last bit of hope. “When you grow up, you’ll understand that liking one person doesn’t mean you can use another person as a stepping stone. “You looked down on me for being injured, not being able to hold a gun steadily, or being the mother you wanted. Those things were real. “And your regret today is real, too. “But regret doesn’t take back words that have already been spoken.”

They didn't deserve that. "I have heard what you said but I can't forgive him. He is the cause of my parents death and my banishment. I was living a relatively okay life before he came along. I had never even thought of a mate because I didn't care. Then what does he do? He causes the death a lot of people in his pack. I am sorry I can't do it." "I understand. You have every right to be angry but look deep into you please. You are doing the same thing he did. Two wrongs don't make a right."

I gestured to her, "definitely isn't reason. You are without reason!" "Because you can do such bullshit, you believe that everybody can and that's what is really wrong with everyone. Just because you are crazy enough to pull such bullshit, you want to believe that everybody can and even aligning issues just so that it would fit into your idea of them. You're crazy, for real". She looked around, shaking her head slightly but I didn't care if she was in any way disappointed that I did not buy into her bullshit. I didn't want to do that.