Misunderstanding Novels & Stories

I thought he would understand me, that he would listen to me, especially after seeing that room that Elias had shown me. After seeing it my heart ached, because I had misinterpreted him. I didn’t give him the chance to show me how much he took care of me. How a lot of our problems are rooted in misunderstanding. And yet, when I gave him the chance to redeem himself, all he did was make me more angry and frustrated. And now instead of discussing our son’s future, I am stuck with his incapability to understand and listen. “Angeline,” I know that I can still find a way, if he doesn’t listen to me, I swear…

He should know that there were a lot of things that we needed to understand about each other. "This is all a miscommunication problem. You are still hellbent on understanding why I decided to take such a decision, right? It's very simple. If I didn't do what I did at that point, then I was going to lose it all. I was only going to do something that will not put me in a disadvantageous position. It's that simple, really." "Oh... Have you finally found a way to get this done? You have not still ended up reassuring me till now. I am still the one thinking that there is probably something going to come up in the future which I'm not going to be aware of." I told him honestly.

Tears are flowing down my cheeks as I grasp my mug firmly. "You may be correct, and you have every right to be upset, but it doesn't mean you won't comprehend things because you're angry. It does not imply that you will hate everyone just because you are furious. People make blunders and stupid judgments. Stop cramming all of your hatred into a single word. Lies are a mistake, but they are just words. One phrase may wreck all you've worked for and drive them away. The world may understand the error, but it can never comprehend your contempt for everyone. Always remember that"

"Well, I just want to clear the air about what happened in the past. Ana, are you listening to me?" "Just like you said, it's in the past. We should leave it there." "No," he said sharply. "We won't leave it at that. It was a huge misunderstanding and I want us to clear the air about it." "Trust me, there's nothing to clear. It was perfectly clear the first time." "Look, I understand that…" I tuned out with a scoff. A misunderstanding my ass! How shallow. He couldn't even come up with something more brilliant. After everything and all solid evidence that I saw.

She asked. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened; she probably misheard her sister and confused the sound of the name she muttered with mine because Aidan and Jayden both have a similar sound to them. I tried to remember if I knew anyone by that name, but I couldn't remember anybody with that name. This is not surprising given that I am not very close to any of my relatives. "Sorry, I didn't know him." She said, "That's okay, he told me you probably don't know him."

I questioned him. “What I meant was for you and me to spend the rest of the night talking and getting to know each other.” Oh. I thought… Never mind what I thought. “I am sorry but that wasn’t how it sounded to me.” I smiled. “My apologies for the misunderstanding.” I don’t know if it’s the way he said the words or the hint of mischief I sensed from him but I was sure he didn’t feel sorry at all that I misunderstood him. “Will you give me a chance to redeem myself?”

Yasmine explained. “Or you could just go ahead with A Weird Dream." Gemita laughed. “I think Mistaken Identity is just fine." Gemila smiled. Wether or not all that had happened was a dream, she can't just let a good story slide. At least for people out there that might find themselves in this situation so they know that they should never give up on their goals. They should never let their crisis weigh them down but let it make them stronger. Who knows maybe she actually had a vision of how her future would be and now it's left for her to decide if she should let it happen that way or change it. Only time will tell. . . THE END.

Molly asked. "Katie..." He choked out, pain reverberated through his body, when he uttered her name. "What...Why?" Nessa asked, having been informed, that Logan had found his mate. Shaking his head in guilt, tears brimming his eyes, "It was my entire fault...!" He stuttered out, slamming his hand down on the desk with force, "I was an asshole and I distanced myself from her, all because I felt she had betrayed our bond..." He stated, emotions running high, "And it was all a huge misunderstanding on my part, I thought she had a baby by another guy...and all this damn fucking time, it was her brother!"

he said. I felt endless frustration and despair after hearing his words. However, I supposed my death meant nothing to Joseph. My brother who once loved me most saw me as his enemy from the day our parents died. "Wendy, this is all your fault. If you hadn't insisted on going to the amusement park, our parents wouldn't have died in that car accident. Look at Yvette. She stayed quietly at home that day. If you were half as sensible as her, our parents would still be alive."

Disapproval of what, I have no idea. “What? What is wrong?” “You don’t see it, do you?” he whispers nervously. I furrow my brows. “Everett, what are you talking about?” “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” Everett lets go of me and crawls up the bed, slipping under the covers. I don’t move. I am confused. I don’t see what? What is he talking about? It must be drunken gibberish. I shake my head and exit the room, making sure the door is locked and get him some water before returning to the bedroom. Everett is crashed out, snoring away. Switching the light off, I set the water next to his side of the bed before I climb in.