Plans Gone Awry Novels & Stories

Martin spoke before Amara picked her bag up. The guys saw how quickly she reached the door and was out of it. The three of the buddies smiled at each other as Daniel spoke, "Plan A is successfully accomplished. Let's move forward to executing Plan B." He said and the three guys were out of the canteen behind Amara while the students in there astonishingly saw their retreating figures. What were they upto? ~~~ Lying frequently for a benefit is riskier. A person has to bear a lot of tension and encounter uninvited scenarios.

“What do you mean ‘failed’? Did our plan fail? That’s impossible. Every step we planned was perfect. How could we fail? Did something go wrong?” Thomas said, “There’s never a perfect and flawless plan. No matter how perfect your plan seems, something unexpected can still happen and ruin it. No matter how smart a person is, he will still make mistakes. Maybe we missed something, and that part went wrong.” Actually, Thomas had felt something. They had probably made a mistake when they dealt with Elliot. That sly man was not easy to deal with. Lord Vedastus was in House of Vistaria, so Fiora’s plan had failed. Besides, what kind of place was House of Vistaria? It was a place to contact Luck.

Anywhere but here. God, how could I have let this turn so sour? The plan had seemed so simple, so straightforward, and now… I had been naive. Once again, my lack of planning and experience had brought disaster raining down on us. Failure. Somewhere behind us, Luke’s lightning crackled and sizzled, a beacon of hope amidst the madness. But it was all I could do to keep moving forward, my heart pounding in my ears as the world around me descended into pandemonium.

he remarked. "How can I attain happiness, Caleb, when none of my plans are materializing?" I inquired, rubbing my hand across my face in frustration. "Did the initial plan fail, boss?" Caleb asked. "Indeed," I replied. "Levi and the team were unable to capture Adrian and Ivy once more." Caleb shook his head in disbelief. "We can proceed with Plan B, boss," he suggested. "What does Plan B entail, Caleb?" I asked, feeling increasingly devoid of alternatives.

The commotion we caused walking into the village was loud enough that people started gathering to watch. Once Michael saw I was clearly unharmed, he figured their plan had failed and suddenly grew bold. He scoffed. "What did Harry even do? What right do you people have barging into my house? Freya, you're about to marry into our family. Are you stirring up trouble just to put us in our place?" I let out a cold laugh. "Please. With clueless parents and a rotten son, marrying into your family would be a curse and not a blessing."

This was our usual meeting spot and it hurt me to think that everytime we stayed here, all we did was talk about the impossible things that was going on. He then started talking about his plans as he cut so much in the table between us but now he was laying it out, it started to seem impossible to work. Kieran drummed his fingers on the surface, three quick beats, and then repeated. Over and over. I slapped my hand down. “Cut it out.” His hand lingered in the air. “Five plans. Five plans and all of them worthless.” I massaged my forehead with both hands and sighed. “There’s only one way left,” I said, staring into the fire.

The man on the right side divulged, telling from the tone of his voice, he was scared. “It’s not our fault that we failed, we did what we were supposed to do but the timing was wrong, we should have waited a bit before making that shot but our impatience brought us bad luck.” The man standing in the middle didn’t seem fazed at all. At this point I knew they were Jeremiah’s devoted followers, this read a lot of meanings to me. “We need to go on with plan B.”

This was not their initial plan. This was never a good plan. Soren was adamant about it, and he fought for his opinion until the last day, but everyone went against him. A few days ago, before they marched to surround the Capital, he was already confident in his master plan. The success of his plan lies in the patience they had. Unfortunately, it was a fragile foundation that was tested so early on and caused the destruction of everything that was built on it.

The plan is compromised. And we walked straight into it.

He had only said one word, but it was enough to make her heart tighten. He continued, “Our plan failed again.” For a few seconds, Paige wasn't sure she had heard correctly. Then, her expression changed. “What?” *