The Wrong Women Novels & Stories

“Well… you're right. But what if the women's side was drunk at the time, would you still blame the women's side?” "Of course." "Why?" asked Eden curiously. According to her things like that would not be the fault of the woman because she was under the influence of alcohol. "Because she was drunk with the wrong man. Of course a man will not attract a woman who is already a drunk to be approached. They don't like talking to drunk women, because that's like talking to a wall. So it's obvious that the woman must not have been drunk before getting drunk with the wrong person."

He corrected her seriously, "Grandma, there aren't any third-wheelers in our marriage." Vera huffed in response. She sounded as if she was the one getting cheated on, judging from how frustrated her tone was. "Then what about that skank from last night? I refuse to believe that platonic friendships can exist between a man and a woman!" Nathan couldn't refute Vera at all. He looked like he was about, but he forced himself not to say anything.

Alessia remained frozen in place, bewildered by the chaotic scene unfolding around her. She couldn’t comprehend why people lacked a sense of right and wrong. Did Karen not know her husband had been involved with other women? Was she deluding herself? Alessia tried to distance herself from the situation, reminding herself that it had nothing to do with her. She was simply furious because she was being bullied, especially after enduring s*xual harassment from Karen’s husband. ‘Why don’t you dodge the eggs, Alessia?’ Wilda shouted, noticing Alessia’s immobility.

’ Deirdre’s heart missed a beat, but when she recalled the washroom structure, she frowned and said, “It’s you who’s entered the wrong washroom. This is a women's washroom.” “Women’s washroom?” As the man muttered, he staggered toward Deirdre. His ruddy face revealed his wretchedness as he said, “I did drink some alcohol, but I’m not deaf. I clearly heard that woman telling me that this is the men’s washroom!” ‘That woman?’ Deirdre instantly understood that Joan was the one who had set this up for her! Looking gloomy, Deirdre explained, “In this case, I was the one who got the wrong one. I’m sorry, I’ll go out now.”

he told the police. My eyes widened at his words. "What? No, I'm not a bad person!" "You really are, miss?" He raised an eyebrow at me and clenched his jaw tightly. "What happened?" the chubby policeman asked me. I immediately swallowed my tongue and couldn't speak. Should I admit that I just went to the wrong wedding? But if I do that, I'll surely end up in trouble. "I want to file a case against this woman. I want her to rot in jail and never get out!" He spoke firmly and loudly to the police, looking directly at me.

His assistant had stocked the bar, refilled the espresso pods, even set out the branded welcome package for his fiancée, a small box of curated gifts, hand picked for photo ops. The engagement date was two days away. Luca walked past it all, straight into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet. He splashed his face again. Still couldn’t breathe right. He gripped the edge of the sink. “This doesn’t define you,” he said out loud. The mirror gave no answer. Just the hollow eyed man staring back. “You’re not like him.” He wasn’t gay. He couldn’t be. It had been a moment. A mistake. A loss of control, the kind of indulgence men were allowed before being leashed by duty. Everyone slipped, didn’t t

I saw the women squirming in their seats. "I know you aren't supposed to," the woman who'd fucked her sisters-in-law said, "it is wrong. That is what we've all been talking about all this time." This woman deliberately tried not to look at me, but I could see her breathing heavily. "You've all been talking about how you feel bad, but that doesn't mean it is wrong," I said, "If I am going to do this anywhere, doesn't it make sense that I do it here?" "How do you figure," the Asian woman said, leaning in close, I liked the way her breasts pushed against the table. Her eyes followed my hand as it slid up and down on my dick.

"You good-for-nothing son! Are you trying to ruin us all?" Manfred's cedar pheromones, thick with gunpowder-like rage, overwhelmed the room. He shook with fury, wolf claws faintly emerging. Other pack members, cowed by Manfred's rage, bowed their heads. "Dwight, this is your fault. You can't blame others for coming to question you." "This isn't fearing power, it's knowing right from wrong and correcting mistakes." "Yes, you're well-educated, yet you can't tell right from wrong. You favored your lover, insulted your mate—it was wrong. Correcting it now, we'd still accept you..."

she said, her voice smooth as silk. But Mirabel was having none of it. "A mistake?" she yelled, her face flashing with anger. "You call destroying my marriage and family a mistake? A man who willingly accepted is ex wife and also impregnated a maid and you call all of that a mistake?" Mrs. Carina nodded, her expression unyielding. "Yes,that's a mistake, men make mistakes”. She said “And women don't?” Mirabel asked in anger, but instead of Mrs Carina to reply to her, she continued.

“No wonder she got close to his wife. She was planning it all along!” “Snake!” “Homewrecker!” “Mistress!” The words flew from every direction, like dirty mud sticking to my skin. One of the policewomen shook her head slowly, disappointment written all over her face. “As a woman, you should be ashamed.” Another added, “Married men are off-limits. That’s basic decency.” I could feel it. In just a few seconds, I had become the worst woman in the room. Sarah stepped forward, her eyes shining as she gave me a satisfied smirk.