Here For The Wrong Reasons Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I was only trying to belong. I didn't- I didn't know... I thought Sean was my friend!" "Friend?" He growled, menacingly soft, "you are naive to believe that. There are no friends in this pack, Venus. Only greedy sycophants that will sacrifice anything and anyone to climb up the ladder. Nobody cares about anybody. The sooner you understand that, the better for you. Stop trying so hard to find a place among these people. You're nothing to them. You don't belong and you will never belong as long as you don't fit their standards."

There was a list of reasons why we were perfect for each other, and a veritable encyclopedia of reasons we weren't. That encyclopedia went from C for Crazy to S for Sick. Other reasons were sprinkled here or there: real reasons, logical reasons, things like "he's in love with your best friend" and "he deserves better than you" and "Cecily, you're fucking crazy."

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.

I held my head up and stared into each eye . I huffed before continuing "so you are saying that . I did wrong . Just tell me what I did wrong huh? Being in a relationship with someone I like . Is that wrong ? Loving someone I want to without thinking of what others would think about us loving each other . Is that f*cking wrong ? Just tell me one thing which is wrong in this . Why is having a relationship with a teacher wrong ?"

“I don’t do things out of the goodness of my heart.” “Definitely not.” “So why did I spend my afternoon driving a convict to a garage in Hackney?” Nico was quiet for a moment. Then, carefully: “Maybe because you wanted to.” I looked at him. He shrugged. “Simple answer. Not always wrong.” I didn’t respond to that. Mostly because I didn’t have a good counter-argument, which was its own kind of answer and I wasn’t ready to look at it directly. Nico raised his glass. “Okay. No feelings. Solutions instead.” His grin returned — slow and dangerous and deeply familiar. “What can I do to fix whatever this is?”

"Fine! I cheated! So what?! That’s because of you! Because you’re not obedient! You never listen! "You act all high and mighty just because your family’s better than mine, ordering me around like I’m nothing! "You’re a woman. You should act like one! Be obedient! Take care of me! Not run around outside chasing some useless career!" The more he shouted, the more unhinged he became. "Why? Why?! How is it that you get to run your own business and be the boss while I’m stuck working under that old geezer Sebastian Taylor as some low-level team lead? They should all die! Every single one of you standing in my way should die!!!"

The room was quiet. "Not wrong in the moral sense," I said. "Wrong in the, incomplete sense. The reasons I had were the reasons I had and they were real. But they were the reasons of a woman who was operating from a wound and had converted the wound into the most available form of forward motion." I paused. "You know what the reasons were. You have always known what the reasons were. I am not telling you something you don't know." "No," he said. "I am telling you," I said, "that they are not the reasons now."

Why I refuse to let Zane win. Zane smirked, pacing like a caged predator. “And what about your credibility? How do we know you didn’t forge the emails yourself? Or misrepresent the recordings? How do we know any of this is real?” I could feel the anger bubbling in my chest. The tension in the room was suffocating. I shifted in my seat, trying to remain calm, trying not to let my growing fear, my internal misbelief that I might fail Maya, take over.

It was the fact that he had become fed up and he wanted to act out on his stupid illusions. It would be wrong for me to start trying to persuading into seeing things my way. "I should never have fraternize with any of you in the first place. That is the only reason I've been repaid this way. Excuse me but I'm never going to ever be in the position where somebody thinks that it is right to make certain decisions without my notice."

As if I were still that foolish mate who hung on his every word. Then again, after all these years, that was probably the only value I had to him. A tool that could provide endless resources. "I'm not going," I refused flatly, and reminded him coldly, "Ethan, our mate bond was severed by my own hand. If you want pack arbitration, go yourself. But just a heads-up, getting kicked out because of your own laziness and neglect of pack duties? Even if you hire lawyers, it'll be a waste of time. The Pack Elders won't favor an incompetent fool."