The World Isn't Wrong It Just Is Novels & Stories

"Fine! I cheated! So what?! That’s because of you! Because you’re not obedient! You never listen! "You act all high and mighty just because your family’s better than mine, ordering me around like I’m nothing! "You’re a woman. You should act like one! Be obedient! Take care of me! Not run around outside chasing some useless career!" The more he shouted, the more unhinged he became. "Why? Why?! How is it that you get to run your own business and be the boss while I’m stuck working under that old geezer Sebastian Taylor as some low-level team lead? They should all die! Every single one of you standing in my way should die!!!"

Unstated is the world beyond. This earth is land and should be the place of our belief. Amen, as our only place of belief. Amen to this dictate. Amen to this norm. When on earth you are crawling, how can you be master of another land? Its power. It’s all stupid that you rise. In misfit is truth. Rest all is nonsense. Nowhere near earth has heaven ever been stood.

I'm sorry you got hurt because of me" I muttered "You don't have to feel sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have done that" Sutton said, although I liked the fact that he apologized and he was sorry for his actions but I felt bad that maybe because I am not beautiful that was the reason he was sorry but then again, I am happy, it's a mistake according to his words. "It's okay, I know you are a nice person and you would not have done that in a norm, I will take it as a mistake and I will forgive you if you promise me you won't repeat it," I said, this time Sutton looked at me.

He had no answer to that. This—whatever it was, defied logic, the rules of the normal world could not describe the supernatural activities that had been taking place. He couldn’t even tell anyone, they would probably recommend a therapist and a brain check-up too. He chuckled dryly. This whole thing was a joke, he was fighting alone against who-knows what? Did those things even knew he existed? Or that he was aware of their existence? Why was he fighting again? Oh right. He remembered something that had been buried in his memory for awhile. He’d fight till death and he had no plans of dying just yet.

But I needed to be one—the world wouldn’t stop just because I’m having a bad day. Or life. Whatever suits best. “You don’t seem to be.” I nodded, “But I should be,” I said. “The world’s not going to stop just because of a petty college guy like that. The world does not revolve around me.” Mila sighed, “What are you going to do now?”

Dorian's voice drifted out, lowered but clear. "Alpha Casper, Luna... no, Ms. Thorne really has had it rough. Her wolf soul never awakened, but it was never untreatable. It's just that no one ever cared enough to help her. If someone had truly tried, her wolf soul would have awakened long ago. She wouldn't have been treated like a burden by her pack for all these years." I froze. My fingers clenched until they turned white. Casper didn't respond. The silence between them felt heavy, broken only by slow, controlled breathing.

"You don't have anything to apologize for. Not this." "I didn't mean to scare anyone." "I know you didn't." His voice softened again, though the firmness stayed underneath it, steady as a hand on a railing. "You didn't do anything wrong by reaching a limit, Zéphyrine. Everyone has one. You just found yours alone, in the dark, because you've never let anyone close enough to help you carry it before now." I didn't have an answer for that. I wasn't sure I'd fully understood it myself yet — that reaching a limit wasn't the same thing as failing, that needing help wasn't the debt I'd always assumed it was.

I said " Just like Adam and Shawn both like you " she stated and smiled. " Wait what?. Really? " I asked her in surprise. Cole said this one time too Are they right? Can they both really like me? " Yes they both like you. And I think you like them both too " she said " Really?. No I don't " I said with a frown " Keep saying it till you believe it. " She said and peeled her banana before taking a big bite. I don't like them both

And yet… How can we really appreciate the world we live in if we don’t understand the world we came from? We need to learn from our mistakes. “This is wrong,” I find myself saying aloud as I stand to face everyone at the table. “We need to fix this.”

"We all cannot fix the world. It's a simple truth yet hard to accept. A logic life will teach you as you grow." "The world itself was made from broken items, imperfect beings, so a perfect world is an illusion, same as how we all present ourselves yet imperfect within, carrying problems we won't show to others. So, first thing first, Niall Alcott, do not be weighed down by your mistakes." "I—I don't understand what you mean." I scoffed, masking up my expression but something told me she had seen the entire scope of my life. The embarrassment burned my cheeks.