The Wrong Women Novels & Stories

"Why haven't you come out with the right woman?" She swallowed hard and took a step back. "I— please don't hurt me.. I—" I frowned. "Hurt you? Answer the damn question, Selena." She gave a nod. "Uh— I have brought three women but you rejected all of them." "Was I supposed to accept them when there was disparity? I fucking told you what I want. The first one had a different hair color and the third one? Listen, I need the right woman." She looked confused like she was trying to understand what exactly I was doing but I didn't have the time for that.

I get out of the room without thinking anything and the scene which is in front of me is shameful for my virgin eyes. Here are around 5 women and all of them are wearing very short dresses that are doing nothing to hide women's most private parts. They are quarreling with each other. "I will please and accompany alpha today," I heard a shrilling voice "Alpha won't choose you because I am the hottest here and I am the one who knows how to please him," another voice said, and my mind goes numb and unable to understand everything. Two more women jumped into the fight and even one holds the hair of a blond woman.

Brennan ended up with Brooke, Libra ended up with a waste-of-space guy whose name I hadn't bothered to remember, and I found myself driving some custom sports machine with Amina. "Why don't you like me?" Anima mused after twenty minutes on the road. She wasn't asking me to defend my vibe. She wanted to know what she was doing right about being 'wrong'. "You find creating excuses for bad behavior to be tedious," I enlightened her. When my mentor, Dr. Kimberly Geisler, had educated me about women, she had opened my overly romantic eyes to all sorts of pitfalls young men could fall into including emotional ant-lions like Anima. "You find it amusing that people consider you broken, hollow, depre

I remarked innocently, my tone contradicting the words that were anything but pure. Now, their attention was among each other, the discord already showing when a fight breaks out in the back. Cassandra glared at me, her features burning with indignation. Throwing her a playful wink, closing the distance between us so that I could whisper into her ear, “I’m the last one you should be worried about. All these women want the same thing, and they won’t give the spoiled princess what she wants so easily.” “You made a big fucking mistake.” She growled, “You are going to regret this.”

“ From what I can say these men are complete assholes. I do not know what you all see in them?” I rolled my eyes, I looked out of the window . “The same things I wonder about what other women see in you,” I shot back with a grin. He might have been teasing, but two could play at this game. “And the only Mr.Wrong I am looking at is you. You are a very bad influence. Very very bad” “Thank you.” He lifted an invisible cap and placed it back on his head. “No seriously, what did you ever see in that guy? Yeah,I mean he did get a decent career and good looks, but…”

She panicked, "Are you saying that Frederick has AIDS?" "I have investigated all the women he had sex with in X Country. They didn't have AIDS before, so you are the only possible candidate. You are such a couple of adulterers," The woman said angrily. Aneira's face was pale, "You made a mistake, I don't have it either." "What? You don't have it either? Does that mean that Frederick has it himself?" The woman asked in shock. "What nonsense are you talking about?!" Frederick came in and looked sharply at the woman, who was making trouble.

His best friends, Oliver and Allister, never spared me a glance. Until the night I made the worst mistake of my life. Two years ago, I made a mistake—a devastating, unforgivable mistake. I saw something I wasn’t meant to. Something dark. Something dangerous. And in my fear, I betrayed them. I should have never looked. I should have never screamed. I should have never made the call that changed everything. One call. One whispered plea for help. And the three of them were dragged away in cuffs. Dante. Oliver. Allister.

Lying had never been my strength, and now, every word I spoke could shape my survival here. “Fraud,” I forced out, steadying my voice as best I could. The woman’s smirk widened. “Fraud, huh? So you’re smart with numbers, not fists.” She leaned in close, her breath reeking of cigarettes. “You’ll learn quick in here, princess. You either fight, or you bow.” My chest tightened. The other woman spoke, her voice calmer, more measured. “Leave her, Dara. She won’t last a week. No point breaking what’s already broken.”

“Doctor… I think you inseminated the wrong woman.” There was a pause. A long, stretching pause. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “That girl. The one who just left. She wasn’t Emilia Crestwell. I—I gave you the wrong file. They got mixed when the papers fell. I didn’t realize until she came in just now.” The doctor stared at her, stunned. “You’re telling me…” “Yes,” she whispered. “You inseminated the wrong person with Mr. Crestwell’s sperm.” He leaned back against the sink, breath shallow. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I continued to prick up my ears to listen. The woman in the pink shirt turned pale as she listened. "That's gruesome... Truly cruel. But then again, the husband was the one in the wrong." "Sigh, he has a wife and kids, but still went out and slept with a 'Tuesday.' He got what he deserved. But the wife was foolish, too. Doing something like that will land her in prison. To ruin your life over a man like that, it's just not worth it."