The Wrong Women Novels & Stories

*** It isn't simple at all. Looking at the tall building in front of me, I decide it's a bad idea to even drive here in the first place. This isn't right. This is all too wrong and it's messing with my head. That night wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to find him attractive and even allowed him to give me multiple orgasms in one night but here I am, smiling at the memory and liking every bit of it. As much as I would like to do it again. I remind myself why I can't. Why this is wrong and very inappropriate and so unlike me. I am now his professor and he's likely my student and he's also my client. My big break.

She opened her eyes and pressed her ear against the door, trying to figure out what was happening outside. "Ex-husband and ex-wife doing it in their old shared house. That's a kink I can get by," the man snickered, then instructed his subordinates, "Take Gwen Larson away!" Ben stiffened for a moment, then lunged forward to stop them. "She's not Gwen!" "I'm not Gwen! I'm not Gwen!" the woman wailed in terror. "I'm just doing this with him for the money. I don't know who Gwen is, and neither am I his ex-wife! You've got the wrong person!"

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

Am I wrong or was I right? Like an uppercut to the jaw, my mother just knocked me out. I am on the ground I raise the white flag. -Mom I…. -I'm not asking you to give me an answer immediately, I just want you to realize the absurdity of the situation in which you find yourself. Just out of spite you will marry a man who has been right with you from the beginning just to make another person suffer. Tell me how are you different from Ella? So there, it's my mother but she goes beyond the limits

I explain to her as she keeps staring at her hands. “You know the cause of The Witnesses, and you did not represent that, you needed to be dealt with,” I add, causing her to finally raise her head and look me in the eye. “So who gives you the right to deal with me?” She laughs humorlessly. “The Witnesses is about women who have been hurt and mistreated by men and love; you were cheating on your husband!” I say loudly, and I notice that my words have the desired effect on her. She looks broken.

“And that one. Oh, and that one too. Just give me everything on this rack.” “Yes, ma’am.” Irene forced a polite smile, exchanging a glance with her best friend and coworker, Jules. Today was their lucky day—if this sale went through, they’d hit the monthly target and finally earn their much-needed bonuses. The woman waved a dismissive hand. “I’ll try them on.” “Of course, ma’am,” they chorused, leading her to the fitting room. Everything was going smoothly—until it wasn’t. Jules, packing up the rejected clothes, suddenly gasped. “Irene... Irene, we have a problem,” she whispered in panic.

This snake woman had obviously been planning this scam for a long time. I snorted lazily. "Ah, you two are indeed very compatible." And Cony, with her loud voice just snapped at me. "Oh, I'll never marry you! Never!" The man gasped at his own words. His eyes looked at me angrily. "No man will ever marry you! I guarantee it! You bitch!" I shook my head lightly and looked at the two people still on the floor in inappropriate clothing. "Bitch? Jane is the one you should be calling a bitch! Because she slept with a man who will marry another woman!"

As the others laughed, Miss Booby groaned and angrily held Dennis's arm, crying to him like a little girl, "Did you hear what she called me? I want her out! Who even invited her here?" The moment she threw that question, Dennis pulled his arm away from her and said, giving her a gentle push back, "She's not wrong. Why are you walking around like a slut? Is this your work uniform now?" Her face turned red in embarrassment, as the others cackled, and one of the boys said to her, "You never wear this when we're around, Bianca. Why today? Could it be you wore this specially for Dennis?" "Shut up!" Bianca snapped, frowning her face.

“You’re making a mistake, Adrien.” “No,” I replied coldly. “I made the mistake years ago when I failed to protect my actual mate.” The older woman’s eyes darkened immediately at the word mate. Hatred. Pure hatred, I saw it clearly now. Not just toward me, but toward Celeste and suddenly, something about the way both women looked at each other unsettled me deeply. The kind that usually came before retaliation. Alabaz growled low inside me instantly. “Danger coming.” He growled.

Typed a message to Raymond. "Diane is done. Thomas is in. Give me forty eight hours." The reply came back immediately. “Gerald is asking questions. Be careful.” She stopped walking for just a second. Then typed back. “Gerald asking questions is fine. Gerald finding answers is the problem. Make sure he doesn't.” She put her phone away. Kept walking. Diane had called her the wrong woman for this. Maybe. But the wrong woman had gotten further than anyone expected. And she wasn't finished yet.