Plans Gone Awry Novels & Stories

Peter marched here and there in the room crazily. "Damn it!" He winced as he rubbed his palm on his hardened shaft. Their plan has dissolved badly. Not just badly, in the brutally worst way possible. They have been working for months. Silently. They were sure it would work hundred percent and give them both whoever they wanted. It was just one night it needed, and this was the desired night.

But the problem was not ready for anything, and he couldn’t control the urge for his needs, and the vision of the things he would like to do to her. He shook his head and bowed his head. This wasn't going the way he planned, or thought it would. It was annoying the shit out of him, making his blood boil, but Lee wasn't being any help

His eyes wild—pupils huge, now mad like me. “So the League came because of some loss…” Hale said, still wrapping his head around all of this. “They sure love their money,” I muttered, stopped pacing as I poured myself another glass. My hands shook—liquid sloshed over the rim, cold splash on my fingers that felt like fire. “We can’t pull this off,” Hale said. Final. Shook his head slow. His voice flat, already carrying that sense of defeated. I looked away. Disappointment sat heavy—cold weight crushing my chest until breathing hurt. Thoughts crashed in my mind—fast, dark, chaotic. Everything slipping. My plan cracking.

I let desperation guide me, and now I’m paying for it. “I know I messed up,” I admit quietly. “Big time.” His voice is sharp with disappointment. “I thought you were better than this.” “I know, but please, just hear me out.” “I’m listening, El.” His arms cross over his chest, his foot tapping restlessly against the wooden dock. “Tell me what was so damn important that you thought this absurd plan was a good idea.” I hesitate for a second before finally coming clean. “I had some problems with my company— money problems.”

“We had a plan, and you let it crumble to shit. Now we’re all screwed, with one of our own getting busted and the whole plan blown to bits. Who knows how much that dickhead spilled to Simon. If that bastard figures out we’re behind the attacks, he ain’t gonna let up. He’s gonna poke his nose where it doesn’t belong, just like his old man. The stubborn prick ain’t gonna back down for nothin’.” Abe shifted uncomfortably. “I-I understand. I screwed up, and I take full responsibility for it. But maybe we can still salvage something from this situation. We need to regroup, and come up with a new strategy.” His boss let out a frustrated grunt, clearly still seething with anger.

I tried to persuade them but Mike was not ready to hear me out. Garry whispered something on his ear. "No, dude we already got out with difficulty of Suzi.." Mike keeping his voice down and shooting his head right to left said and glanced at me. He then pulled Garry's wrist, "Let's go." "Wait come on I will bear the losses come one help me out bro, please... I need your help," I tried to convince but Mike kept on moving without listening to anything I was saying. It seems like our plan was failed now. I lost all my hope. I kicked the couch in fiercely. We were so close but it just went in vain.

"I don't freaking know why everything isn't working out, I'm just so tired of planning planning planning and at the end, the plan doesn't work out" Steph complained. Diego said they had to make another plan. "Chill Steph, we just have to be more strategic this time. I believe this new plan will work out" Diego assured.

What could go wrong? Our plan was put together and contingencies were planned for. I tried to be patient when every part of me just wanted to hurry up. I know my impatience was due to my youth, and I fought against it. Hadn’t Grandfather also taught patience above all things? We kept running into the same problem. No matter how successful we were at our mission we had no fool proof plan for getting everyone out if they were too weak to shift.

In that split second, I could tell their carefully laid plans were starting to fall apart. They had no idea. This was only the beginning. A storm was coming, and neither of them was ready for it.

It only meant that if these men were under the sound of their voices, they would melt like ice. "My Lord, you should at least commmend our effort. It was not easy and it is not our fault the plan did not pull through." "You are a Fool! A very big fool! Are you telling me it is not your fault? Oh, I should start commending your irresponsible act." "That was not what I meant. Things do not always go as planned." "You better shut it before I lose it. It would have gone well if not of…" Before he could finish his sentence, the special adviser cut him short.