Makes Bad Decisions Guy Novels & Stories

If anything, I thought he was kinder than people believed. "Alright, sir," I said. I glanced down at my hands. I had been wanting to say something for a while, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I was sure he knew too. Maybe it didn’t matter, but I still wanted to get it off my chest. “You know,” Mr. Winters said suddenly, breaking the silence, “when I said I never second-guess my decisions… that was a lie.” I looked up, confused at his statement. He continued. “No one is perfect. We all make decisions we regret in the long run. At the time, we think, ‘This is the only option. I must do this, or the consequences will be worse.’”

“Why?” “Because I didn’t think I was ready. I’d been waiting for years to step up, and then when it actually happened, I panicked. I told him he was the better Alpha for the pack right now. But honestly, I was just scared.” He paused. “His leg got worse since then, and it’s really slowed him down. And now the pack’s in this in-between state that isn’t good for anyone.” He glanced at me. “Right decision for the wrong reasons is still the wrong decision.”

"Daddy's very wise." "He says you're wise too. And pretty. And the best Luna ever." "He's biased." "What's biased?" "Means he loves me so much he only sees good parts." "There are bad parts?" "Everyone has bad parts, baby. Parts they're not proud of. Parts they wish were different." "What are your bad parts?" "I worry too much. I trust too little. I make decisions that hurt people even when I'm trying to help." "Those don't sound that bad."

Damon breaks in under four minutes. I want to be precise about that, not because the time is impressive, but because it tells me something. A man who breaks in four minutes was already looking for permission to break. He was not a true believer. He was a man who made a bad financial decision and has been waiting, with increasing terror, for the consequences. That I can work with.

I burp. "Excuse me. With lies you have to keep on thinking of a lie on top of a lie.Lies chains a person,"I say. "I promise you,"he says. We made a pact on my words. "You usually smoke weed when you are troubled. What's troubling you?"I ask. "Have you ever made a bad decision before? You wish you can turn back the hands of time to change your decision but it's too late. Or you feel like it's too late because you made a bad decision because you wanted to protect yourself from certain things coming out?"he asks.

The pack omegas. Not knowing what happened after I left —and not knowing how everyone was doing— was practically killing me. Unfortunately, I did not deal with the combined guilt and homesickness very well. And by “not very well,” I mean that I made some really bad decisions. The weight of those bad decisions has also began to impact me. How bad were my bad decisions? You have no idea. My bad decision making started on the one-year anniversary of running away, and it centered around an unfortunately very handsome male wolf....

"At least you found a competent accountant right?" "Right, he is really good at his job. In fact he saved me a while ago from committing a financial blunder." I said truthfully and the fact that he was confident enough to insist and convince me to do the right thing is really cool, especially because i was really committed to producing all the designs unlike the other guy that I interviewed that said it's my company and my decision, so he will allow me to make a bad decision if that's what I want. He is so ridiculous and stupid, who says that in an interview? He definitely blew it...

Chance couldn't have decided any worse than himself, and it couldn't have gone any slower either. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had actually made a real decision. Like he had done with hope, he had given up deciding too, because neither of them were worth the effort. Even less promising they were than drunken groping, which you would usually only get slapped for. One out of ten times it would lead to something. Well, actually not even too bad of odds, compared to those of hope and making a decision.

he responds curtly. Twenty-two years of pure believing he's the baddest. That makes me sigh. I know he's like that, and now I hate it. He didn't even seem or doesn't seem like the type of guy who studies at university. When I first saw him, he was selling marijuana and who knows what else, and he was from a very poorly rated high school. Does he still sell that stuff? Who knows, the important thing is that Owen's monthly payment arrives on the first of each month. "Well, great," I sigh.

Nate said in an irritated voice. Amanda looked furious. She wasn’t used to being rejected by a guy. “You are an asshole! Most guys would feel lucky to have the chance to be with me,” she said. “I am sorry I don’t fit the mold. Why don’t you go find Alex? He looks like me, and he is also a slut, just like you,” Nate smirked then led her outside of the room. “Fuck you, Nate! Maybe I will, you son of a….”