Nothing Wrong Novels & Stories

“ Ok, so what’d you like to talk to me about? “ I said annoyed after moments of silence. “ Would your pack like to come in and be peaceful or would you like to leave, “ he said seriously. “ What do you mean? This is our territory! “ I fumed “ I don’t want to be like our parents. I would like to propose a new way of handling our little, “ he paused to think, “ disagreement, “ “ You call the werewolves serving your mother’s head on a platter a disagreement? “ one of the bloodsuckers said. Suddenly, Ethan’s eyes went dark. I can’t explain it. It’s like the light reflecting from his eyes had gone. His veins popped out of his pale skin. Ethan grabbed the vamp’s throat. It was more of a threat tha

This wasn't the time, but I answered it anyway. "Hello Luna," She said, and I answered her, a bit afraid of the news. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Your body was just adapting to its new norm. You are fine," She said, and the phone slipped from my hands, with tears of relief rolling down my cheeks. "What is the matter, Gwen?" Mason asked, and Marcus sat up. "I am fine, she said I am fine," That was all I could manage, and they hugged me. I felt their relief. It was as strong as mine. Finally, good news.

"I take no for an answer. Do you understand?" In a daze, I nodded as his fingers danced deftly. Suddenly, the bald man burst in, swiftly gathering all the papers and laying them out on the table with precision. Jason’s hand retreated away from me, and I could feel the sharp ache of his absence deep within me. But with unwavering determination, I signed every single paper. As I handed it over, he confidently took the document and proclaimed, "You've signed a prenup, which means there’s simply no way you’ll be getting a divorce from me."

During the holiday, my husband and I attended a free health screening organized by our local community clinic. The doctors diagnosed me with late-stage lung cancer. But after a follow-up examination, I learned the truth—the hospital had mixed up the test samples. The one who actually had lung cancer was my husband. We had always had a loving marriage, so I rushed home in tears. On the way back, I had already made up my mind to use every cent of my savings to pay for his treatment. But the moment I reached the door, I heard our son's worried voice from inside. "Dad, it's already late-stage cancer. Treatment is just going to be a money pit." I was about to push the door open and tell them

Every single one of you standing in my way should die! His outburst sent people instinctively backing away. Even Amanda quietly stepped aside, putting distance between them. After venting everything, his chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath. Then… Ding. Ding. Ding. A series of urgent notifications rang out from his pocket. Scott pulled out his phone. His eyes widened instantly. Elaine leaned over to look, and her expression changed, too. "F-Fired?!" Conner and the others had already posted everything that had just happened into the company group chat. Especially that line Scott had just shouted: "that old geezer Sebastian Taylor".

“I mean…what we do now is fine.” I curled my hands around my desk and leaned forward. “Yes, it’s fine, and vanilla has its place, but you and I both know that it’s not enough. Not for you and not for me.” “I…” she shook her head and into her lip. “What is it?” “It’s just…I’m weird right? For liking those things. It makes me...” She didn’t have the words, but I understood her feelings about it. Everyone questions it. “There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.”

Not without a fight. 🩸

On the right timeline. With the right evidence. The correct amount.

Equal. Unbreakable.

Not broken. Not unresolved. Just… finished.