Novel & Cerita If It Isn't The Consequences Of My Actions

"That's the problem with you, Luke. You never know until the moment's passed." He advanced a cautious step, holding out his hand. "I'm not the same man." She regarded him. "No? Then why do I still get the feeling that I'm always the one picking up after you?" He looked down, shame etched on his face. "I… I didn't think one night would matter. We were both young, drunk. I was stupid. I never thought—" He swallowed, voice catching. "Not consequences." Amiriam's breathing was a constricted thread of sound. "Consequences don't care about our reasons. They arrive whether we invite them or not."

More of us. After a while, I asked, voice low and casual, “Do you ever think about what you’d do if no one else was watching? Like, if you could just live however you wanted?” He turned toward me slightly, that teasing smirk tugging at his lips again. “All the time,” he said, “but, You can’t just live for yourself. Not completely. There are always consequences. But that doesn’t mean you don’t imagine it.” “I imagine it,” I admitted softly. “All the time. Running away, doing something wild, not caring.”

I had pushed things too far, and now I would face the consequences of my actions. Alpha Aleksander has given the order and so shall it be!

“You say that now, but there’s a difference between wanting to be a part of something and living through the consequences of it.” Her heart skipped a beat, and she could feel the doubt creeping into her own mind. She hadn’t stopped to think about it in those terms about the consequences of their actions, about the danger they were about to walk into. But the truth was undeniable, and it chilled her to the bone.

“Your body belongs to you. Your visibility does not.” She frowned. “What does that even mean?” “It means if you faint in a hallway, people will talk. If you stop eating, someone will notice. And when they do, they’ll start asking why my wife looks like she’s unraveling.” Her chest tightened. “So this is about appearances again.” “It’s about consequences,” he corrected. “Appearances are just how consequences introduce themselves.” She laughed quietly. “You really believe everything you do is for my good.” “I believe chaos doesn’t ask permission before it hurts people,” he said.

Those words, “What if you hadn’t given birth to a son?” shattered whatever was left of Summer. She cursed into the phone, “Frank, you’ll get what’s coming to you!” “I never used to believe in consequences, but I do now. I’m already paying for what I did, and you will too. No, you already are. Both of us are paying for what we’ve done!” “Shut the hell up, you crazy woman!” At that point, the one thing Frank could not stand hearing was “consequences.”

The one that defined how they'd raise their son. "Actions have consequences," Aria said slowly. "Always. Sometimes the consequences are immediate. Sometimes they take time to appear. But they always appear. So you have to make choices you can live with, knowing that there will be consequences." "Even if you're the boss?" Luca asked. "Especially if you're the boss," Dante said. "The bigger your power, the bigger your consequences. The more people your choices affect." PART FOUR: THE COMPLEXITY 5:11 PM

Her suffering had nothing to do with me anymore. Now, it was time for me to write a new story—my story.

I even forgot my main goal since then that I will choose to stay out of Hendrick and Georgia’s eyes so that they will not kill me. I could live happily without dying, but it looks like all my actions have consequences that affect people around me. Many things have changed since I have pursued my goal. I am guilty of realizing that what happened around me may be the consequence of my actions. That is why I have difficulty choosing between choosing with him or leaving him alone. I want to be happy and see myself enjoying my life here when I am with Hendrick. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about the possible consequences. If I ever pursue it.