If It Isn't The Consequences Of My Actions นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What if she didn't do this, something worse would've happened. Liam stop thinking about the 'what if's.' We can never know the 'what if's' in life. You can spend the rest of your life thinking what could've happened if this and this had gone differently. You can't go back and change what's happened. What you chose to do is up to you, and you will have to live with the consequences of those actions. Good and bad ones. So stop thinking like that and save your girl! My conscience briefly explained while shouting at me. Jeez, my conscience is actually a lot smarter than I give it credit for. Maybe I should actually listen to it more.

"By redirecting Morrison away from me. If your family has nothing to hide, then there's nothing to worry about." He stood, paced to the window. "You know that's not true. Every family in this world has something to hide. And Morrison's the type who won't stop digging until she finds it." "Then maybe it's time those things came to light." He turned to look at me. "You really believe that?" "I believe in consequences. Actions have them. Even if it takes five years for them to catch up." "And what about your actions? Your consequences?" "I deal with those every day."

“Before it gets worse.” “That’s not my life anymore,” she replied. I scoffed softly. “It is if you stay in it.” Silence returned again. “You don’t actually care about me,” she said. I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I said the only thing I could. “This isn’t about care,” I replied. “It’s about consequences.” She exhaled. “I can’t do this with you right now,” she said. I nodded slightly to myself even though she couldn’t see it. “You already are,” I replied.

"If you don't act, someone else will. And it won't be in your favor." The call ended before I could respond. I sat there, phone heavy in my hand, staring at the reflection of myself in the darkened screen. I barely recognized him. I stood and staggered toward the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face until my skin burned. My reflection stared back—bloodshot eyes, jaw tight, shoulders slumped under a weight I'd been pretending I could carry alone. I paced the apartment, bare feet crunching softly over broken glass I hadn't cleaned up. I didn't care. Every step felt like I was walking through consequences I'd ignored too long.

She had not realized how numbness could be painful when came to the soul. “You know that now, don’t you?” “What do you mean?” she frowned. For a second, she had thought he was responding to her thought. But, of course not. “That your actions have consequences. When you committed a deadly crime, you would not simply get away with it. You’d pay for it.” Before he finished his words, he was across the room, back on the seat. Gazing at the perfect replica of Reign with different manners, she thought he hadn’t lied to her when he had said, “He was not who she thought he was.” She was not that good at reading people, but she’d know if he was lying about that, would he?

I didn't know how I would cope with this situation, how I would face the coming days. The future looked bleak, and I couldn't help but think about the consequences of my actions. I had been so blinded by my ambition that I didn't see the danger looming over me. I had pushed people away, hurt them, and now I was paying the price for my actions. It was a painful realization, and I couldn't help but feel remorseful for everything that had happened.

“Yeah? And what if Asher never sees me as anything but ‘Enzo’s sister’? What if this whole vacation turns into a damn cautionary tale about why I should’ve stayed home?” Enzo opened his mouth, but no words came. That told me everything. I scoffed, standing up and pacing the small space between my bed and the door. “Exactly. You can’t promise me that it’s going to be okay because you don’t know that. You never know. You just… act. And I get caught in the blast.” He looked down, guilt finally catching up to him. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.” “Intent doesn’t fix consequences, Enzo.”

"Intentions do not insulate us from the consequences of our actions." -Jon D. Harrison- *** There was always a consequence for everything. Even though it might not show up now at this moment, you would never know when karma would bite you in the face for the sins and crimes you committed in the past. It was supposed to be Greta’s last day at the hospital because the doctor told everyone her health was becoming better and she could go home.

"No. You haven’t. You think it’s just bad luck following you around. At least El is perceptive enough to warn you of your actions around them. Because you see…" A significant pause where she searched my eyes for God-knows-what. "…the consequences will turn up in the future. You don’t want to bite more than you can chew." I scoffed, turning away. "And what about them? Are there consequences to their own actions? Those brats are full of themselves…" Makeh laughed and got to her feet. "You never know, Maya. What if they are victims just like you?" My eyes bulged, almost out of their sockets. "You gotta be kidding me!"

I am so incredibly sore. I wonder why I never consider the consequences of my actions before taking them; I never seem to learn. I’ll likely find my way into trouble again today, and Nicole isn’t here to stop me or nag me for my recklessness. She chose today of all days to leave me alone in the palace.