Immaculate Misconception Novels & Stories

Afterwards, the woman broke away to check up on her. "Hope, sugar bunny," the woman patted her hands all over the little girl. "H-How are you? Are you okay? You didn't get hurt?" Hope nodded. "I'm okay, but Maggie isn't. I heard she has concush... a concus..." Hope struggled to find the right word. The woman forced a smile. "Concussion, sweetheart. It means she hit her head real bad." "Yes! The bike hit her!" Hope recalled. "Will she be okay, mama?"

If they do decide against us, we'll just give the Queens the old heave-ho and deal with it later. Again, delusion. She sighed. You seem to be working under a flawed premise I've meant to speak with you about for quite some time. Sorry? Where was the flaw exactly? It's not like they can really hurt me or anything. I'm immortal. Immortal, yes, she sent. But not invincible. Gulp. Explain? Immortality means you will live forever, and never grow old, she sent. As long as nothing happens to you. That sounded rather final for something I was given the impression would go on and on forever. Why was this the first time I was hearing this information?

The second through the ribs. The third through the burned hand. "Katherine!" Jack roared. She did not fall. She looked at her white self through pain and smiled. "Here is the flaw in your model." White Katherine watched. Real Katherine tore one spear out and used it to write across the proof table. JACK MILLER IS NOT A RESOURCE. The maze shook. She wrote again. LOVE IS NOT A LEVERAGE ERROR. The white version stood abruptly. "Emotion corrupts decision quality."

"If Lily doesn't want to help me, then forget it. She doesn't trust that I'm capable enough. Lily must be worried about me…" I hurriedly waved my hands. "No, no, that's not it. I'm just worried about Matt. After all, that's—" Matt shoved me aside impatiently. "What's there to worry about? It's not my mom." I may be missing a screw, but I still had a conscience. I chased after them. "What if the practice surgery fails? I know I'm not in a position to say this, but that's still a human life." Matt rolled his eyes.

In some ways the moonlit, pristine manicured lawns, various gardens, pool, and lake gave me a sense of immortality. As I brought my wine to my lips, the thought of immortality made me snicker. Just a little over a week ago, I was ready to test my mortality. My shoulders straightened. That was the past. Now I had a new purpose, a reason to move forward. Settling against the plush velvet while taking in the never-changing scene a story below, I contemplated something Alexandria had said the last time she was here. She'd said that things at Montague Manor never changed. Even in her youth, she understood what generations before her had known: Montague Manor remained the same.

Alaric fearlessly spoke without hesitation, "No matter what happens, if anyone wants to touch Lydia, they will have to first get past me. She's my wife I personally welcomed into the household, so naturally I must protect her." "So, you are willing to abandon all honor just to protect her?" I asked coldly. When I saw Alaric nod, I had to use all my strength to suppress the rage that was about to burst from deep inside my heart. Seeing this, Lydia curled her lip into a smile. "I am so sorry, Princess Sophia. I mistook you for someone else. I already apologized, so just forgive me already. Can we let everything before this be wiped clean? I only mistook you for someone else. Besides, nothing h

"Now I think I got something wrong, I repaired it, Sable is taking an opportunity that sounds genuinely right for her, and our friendship survived the honest conversation. That's actually a good outcome. The mistake was part of it, not a disaster to recover from." "That's a different relationship to imperfection than you had when you arrived in Cascade," he said. "I think so," I said. "I think getting things wrong the ordinary way, without the gift smoothing every interaction before errors could form, has taught me that imperfection is just — part of how people actually know each other. It's not failure. It's the friction through which real things get built." He was quiet for a moment, somet

Like he knew I was about to go there. Damn it . Damn him. 'The thing is... you said the women rent out their wombs and the demons, like Oscar, get re-born? I mean, how...?' 'Immaculate conception,' Ethan shot back, with a smirk. 'I'm kidding,' he said, his smile broadening as he saw my jaw drop. 'This is Rosier we're talking about and he's not going to miss out on the chance of getting his hands on some warm flesh. Human women are his thing, his downfall quite literally. His