The Wrong Women Novels & Stories

Because at first, I also thought that like the others, men should be older than women. "Fine ma'am. I accept all the consequences. And I will pack all my stuff." Give up? I'm so lazy to fight for useless things. Because however, and trying to explain anything, in my eyes, I am the most disgusting woman who is so despicable, only they hold the keys of heaven, and I am eternal in hell. "I'm sorry, I have done a lot of mistakes and lacks so far, I was wrong to have been close to the students, had fallen in love with him, even 'slept' with him."

Everyone else came and congratulated us. "I still owe you a ring Millie Mouse since you stole my chance to propose," Hayden said. "Yeap, I win," I smirked. I didn't care about the ring or anything else. All I wanted was the guy of my dreams, and he was standing right in front of me. His pale blue eyes were gazing into mine. I encircled my arms around his neck and got lost in his kiss. ___ end ___ Thank you everyone for reading The Wrong Brother! Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform:

She just didn't know. "Mom, The Wrong Cinderella is one of the best books of our time. It is a fairytale that has broken every single rule that is associated with the genre. The well-known tale of the orphaned servant is retold in modern times where balls are house parties and princes are famous jocks. The biggest plot twist, however is when prince Charming falls for the wrong Cinderella. In this timeless, genius story, Cinderella isn't a servant but a rich, uberfemale who won't let a boy get in her way." I told her, doing my best to sum it all up in a way she would understand but that would still make the book sound as awesome as it is.

“What drama?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled out his phone and opened a trending article. The headline read: *Young Married Woman Caught in Scandal with Older Married Man.* Her stomach dropped as he held it out for her to see. She forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow. “Liam’s the one at fault, not me.”

“We were good together. You know that. Whatever happened…” “Whatever happened?” I laughed, sharp and bitter. “You mean you cheating on me with someone I thought was your cousin m?” For a flicker of a second, his smile faltered, but then it was back, stronger, as if my anger was a hurdle he could leap over. “I made a mistake. I was stupid. And I’ve regretted it every day since. But you… you’re different with him.” I feigned ignorance. “With who?” “Adrian.” He said the name like venom, but dressed it in silk. “You think I didn’t see the news, the pictures, the way he parades you around the city?”

In three different bedrooms, three women lied to the men who thought they knew them. Their husbands still believed they were wives. But tonight? They were property. Playthings. Pawns in Cain Russo’s kingdom of vice. And they were starting to enjoy it.

I flashed her an indifferent smile and replied, "Grandma, perhaps age is catching up to you, after all. Your memory is deteriorating. I was never obligated to return the company to Sean in the first place. Besides, no matter who runs the company, you'll always be our grandmother. So, why go through all the trouble to take it over?" Grandma's expression hardened. Slamming the table, she shrieked, "Only a man should run a company! Are you trying to make others laugh at us for not having capable men in our family? Listen, Sasha, you have to return the company to Sean. A woman like you should just get married instead of meddling in men's affairs. What kind of attitude is this?" She was a misogyn

A trophy. I wiped away a few stray tears and steadied my breathing. I was a strong woman. Two men would not break me. It only hurt more knowing that Kade was participating in this charade; their twin rivalry clearly ran deeper than his decency. But he was still my knight in shining armor... wasn't he? The main door swung open. I froze, holding my breath. Two sets of footsteps entered heavy, synchronized, and undeniably male. In the women’s bathroom. My heart hammered against my ribs, surely loud enough for them to hear.

What was so wrong with that? That was a stupid question, of course. What was wrong with all of that was that she was a woman, and women weren’t supposed to bed hop without shame or guilt; women weren’t supposed to enjoy sex with lots of different partners. A steady boyfriend, sure. A husband, definitely. But a guy that a woman just picked up at a bar during her shift because she found him sexy? No way. And an MC member or seven just because she had a things for bad-boys and was surrounded by them every minute of every work day? Nuh-uh. No goddamn way.

And yet, someone that formidable had his political mating ruined because of me. The dining table was set with my favorite roasted venison, but I couldn't swallow a bite. My eyes stung. "Casper, don't blame Kyler. I'm the one who's clumsy... I ran to the wrong pack, got the wrong Alpha, and messed up your plans..."