Immaculate Misconception Novels & Stories

That is as it should be. Anything that requires remembrance to function is already decaying. Arthur once asked me if I worried about being forgotten. I told him the truth then. I worry more about being remembered incorrectly. That worry has dissolved. Incorrect remembrance is harmless compared to correct dogma. Misunderstanding scatters influence. Doctrine concentrates it. Scattered influence adapts. Concentrated influence ossifies. If someone remembers me as weak, that is fine. If they remember me as powerful, that is dangerous.

he answered, hugging himself as if the man we saw would take advantage of him. He made me roll my eyes. The stranger's body wasn't even as fit as his. "Your imagination stinks. I thought you were a Filipina girl, modest, but you have so many inappropriate thoughts. You don't even know if he was only looking at you—on us because he wanted to ask for direction or something." "You don't know what's inside people's minds these days, girl. Better to be careful than be sorry," he replied. He was right. It only happened that gay had so many strange ideas to make him think about somebody as a bad person.

Someone who knew the truth. Her stomach twisted. She wasn’t even supposed to be there. She wasn’t supposed to meet anyone. She wasn’t supposed to be in that path. Everything, her coma, her missing years, hee life now, wasn’t fate at all. It was a mistake. A terrible, deadly mistake. Her breath hitched sharply. “I lost everything because of a mistake that sent me to the wrong place… because someone else thought I was her.” Before she could completely break down, a warm, steady hand touched her arm. Another slid gently across her waist. Asher.

It had been during a collaboration with a very important client. Since that was our first time working together with that client, the company treated it with the utmost importance. I stayed up for seven consecutive nights to finish up the proposal, yet when Liam finally met with the client to discuss the project, Melissa had actually put her own name on the presentation. After that meeting, I asked Liam why we couldn't just change the names back. In response, he told me that that would affect how the client would look at us, as they might think we were careless. It was enough that everyone in the company knew that I was behind the proposal.

He spoke, his tone sad and weary. "Then you should apologize...!" Nessa exclaimed, "Explain to her that it was all a huge misunderstanding, you cannot just sit there and do nothing, go after her and if you must, go down on your knees and beg!" Jace wrapped his arm around his mate's waist, trying to comfort her, "She is right you know, you shouldn't sit here, you should go out there and fight to get her back in your life." He stated, staring intently at his friend and Alpha.

Because at first, I also thought that like the others, men should be older than women. "Fine ma'am. I accept all the consequences. And I will pack all my stuff." Give up? I'm so lazy to fight for useless things. Because however, and trying to explain anything, in my eyes, I am the most disgusting woman who is so despicable, only they hold the keys of heaven, and I am eternal in hell. "I'm sorry, I have done a lot of mistakes and lacks so far, I was wrong to have been close to the students, had fallen in love with him, even 'slept' with him."

Does she have the time to feel true love and have him as her King? When your life is already planned ahead of you, do you really have a choice to change it? When you’re born with a tiara on your head, do you really think you have the chance to correct and perfect your imperfections? Probably not.

I wasn't even sure if our school was supposed to be a missionary school. He replied with a shrug, one of his arms drapped around Aminah's shoulders with the latter eating popcorn from the packet in his other hand. "There's nothing to look forward na. We'll end up coming last. That's Green house legacy so what's the point of looking forward to it?" Sophia chuckled, head bent down, hands typing furtively on her phone. "You shouldn't lose hope na. Who knows? A magic might happen." She replied and I watched as he raised his eyebrows at her.

"Don't you think what is proper for you to have pales in comparison with what you can possibly have?" "I beg your pardon, My Lady?" "You have possibilities, Miss Banks." She placed the teacup on the center of the saucer with a perfect poise. "Without an ambition, such a magnificent beauty that you possess will stand to go to waste. However..." The lady's eyes raised to hers with a significant gleam. "A misguided ambition can lead to one's downfall."

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.