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

Standing beneath a fading sky, the light dimming slowly as time passed in a way Heaven did not allow. They stood close, closer than necessary, closer than reason would define. One of them spoke quietly. “Do you ever think… this is wrong?” The other looked at him, confused. “Wrong?” “Like… what if we’re not supposed to be like this?” A pause. The second let out a small breath, not frustration, not anger. Just honesty. “I don’t think loving someone is wrong.” “It’s not that simple.” “It is.” The first shook his head slightly.

She had even gone to ask Adrian. He had gently patted her head and said, "Winona is right. But in truth, the current system is as good as it gets." Carissa had been confused. "This is as good as it gets? That's a sad thing to hear." Adrian had sighed and said, "There's no such thing as an absolutely good world, because the world is made up of human hearts. There is good, there is evil, there is selfishness, and there is hypocrisy. Everyone blames the state of the world, but few consider how they themselves contribute to it. The world has become this way because everyone has a part in it."

None at all. Just survival. Just love. Just us against the world. And that would have to be enough. It had to be. Please let it be enough. Please.

I was so angry. Nothing ever goes as planned for me. Everything is wrong, so wrong. Am I that bad, that I don't deserve to be happy? To have what I want? Why does everything always go right for everyone else but me? I hate this world, I hate this life. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

"Because the truth isn't what you think it is. It's not some black-and-white fairy tale where the good guys win and justice prevails." "Then what is it?" She's trying to sound brave, but I can hear the tremor underneath. "It's messy and ugly." My voice drops lower, more intimate. "And when you find out what the world really is, what the people you trust really are... it's going to destroy that perfect little worldview you've built." Something flickers across her face—doubt, fear, anger all mixing together in a way that makes her eyes shine. "You don't know anything about my worldview," she says, but her voice wavers.

“Kid, the world we live in today doesn’t give shit about right or wrong, only interest and gain.” Ranvir was already on top of me pinning me to the hard concrete ground. As we spoke my right hand went to my leg, I took out an elixir which I never intended on utilizing today. But I was running out of options. “Ranvir, there is such a thing as right in the world. I fight for that everyday, not just me but some others who also believe in good. It’s people like you who taint the world in their delusion of what they perceive to be justice.”

“What you have, what you share… is not something the world accepts. And I will make sure you learn that you’re wrong.” His words hang heavy in the air, ominous. I know this is no mere threat. It’s a challenge. And there is no turning back.

Well, the guns aren’t gonna cock and shoot by itself, it’s time for some action. “But wait! You are a minor!” Who cares? this is a war! This will be the tale of how we face the unforgiving world.

The way she glared or how her nose scrunched when she's angry. "you don't say such cruel words about your mother xavier,no matter what she dies. Yes she is your mother and she's not evil she just went through some had time during her youth and that lead her to make some wrong decision."I defended her knowing fully well I shouldn't,but I also had to understand her point of view. I would have done the same if I was in her shoes.

He got my test center wrong, yet somehow you've managed to make it my fault? Behind her, Lewis sniffled softly. "Please don't argue because of me. This is all my fault..."