Two Wrongs Make A Right Novels & Stories

I shot back. She was dumbstruck, unable to speak. “Now, you answer me!” I spat. “That was none of my fault. Two wrongs don't make a right.” Her voice broke. “Yes, it does.”

--- Silas crossed his arms. “So we can’t define error based on intent alone.” Victor nodded. “No.” --- Roman added quietly, “And we can’t define it based on outcome alone either.” Ariana looked at him. “Why not?” Roman shrugged slightly. “Because sometimes the right decision leads to the wrong result,” he said. “Doesn’t make it wrong.” --- That landed. Hard. --- Victor’s gaze sharpened slightly. “Then error has to account for both,” he said. Ariana nodded slowly.

Forgivingly. "You were not wrong," Hope said. "You saw true unity. You perceived actual oneness. You understood real sameness. That was not wrong. That was partial truth. The error was not in seeing unity. The error was in dismissing difference. The error was not in perceiving oneness. The error was in eliminating separation. The error was not in understanding sameness. The error was in denying opposition. You saw truth. Partial truth. The error was making partial truth into total truth. Making one aspect into only aspect. Making depth into only reality. You were not wrong to see unity. You were wrong to eliminate difference. Learn from this. Grow from this. Understand from this. Truth is no

"Choose one path." Samuel looked at Nathan. "What happens if she chooses the wrong one?" Nathan remained silent. Isaac answered instead. "There is no wrong door." Grace frowned. "Then what's the difference?" Isaac smiled. "Only the cost." Nathan finally spoke. "The left door protects the innocent." "But the guilty escape." Isaac continued. "The right door destroys the guilty." "But many innocent lives will be lost." Silence. Amara felt every eye in the room turn toward her.

He would be mad but I could take it. "Good," Agent Chambers let out an exasperated sigh while scrubbing a hand over his smooth, bald head, "I know it may seem like he's doing his part for the world but you need to keep in mind that two wrongs will never make a right." "Never say the word never, agent," I quipped, "the way I learned it was two negatives make a positive. I guess it's all about perspective, and yours isn't as broad-minded as mine."

Dex chuckles, "I definitely love my decoration. I was hoping you would love it a bit more. " I glare at him. "It isn't funny. " "What isn't funny is him trying what he did. I seriously don't get you, Ara. This is more than just me getting into trouble. You feel bad for him, don't you?" I lower my head, removing my gaze from his. "I just didn't want you to go to the extreme. Two wrongs don't make a right. " "Not in this case, baby. And he let himself take the hit. He knows himself that he deserves it. "

“Before I state my decision about tomorrow evening, do you have any arguments you'd like to make, since this concerns you directly?” It took a considerable amount of willpower, but she shook her head. The myth that there was a right and a wrong choice to every decision had to be one of the most laughable ideas humans had come up with. As of late, her life had involved nothing but choosing between the lesser of two wrongs. She had the choice between dishonoring her mate and allowing someone else to be sacrificed in her place. She had the choice between two brothers, neither of whom she deserved. She had yet to enjoy the luxury of an obvious choice between right and wrong.

“I’m sorry about all those times when I took advantage of you. I really shouldn’t have… I don’t deserve this. Maybe you should really let me bottom tonight, that way we can-” Shen Long kissed him feverishly and nipped him on the bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as they parted. His eyes shone brilliantly and Ruo Han felt his throat dry. The guilt in him welled up enough to make him soften but Shen Long’s next words were like a cooling salve to his burns. “Two wrongs don’t make a right. I did many bad things too so let’s call it even and forgive each other. Tonight, we start fresh, alright? Don’t go soft on me right now. It’s difficult to stretch myself out and you’re not small either.”

Two wrongs do not make a right. I can see that sometimes there might be a need of Blackmarsh’s strength. To stop a terrorist attack, or an armed robbery. To fight supernatural beings who are doing harm, preying on others, being that human police could do nothing about. I could justify that to myself. Asking Blackmarsh to see justice done, not ordering it to serve my own ends.

Instead, he leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "A mistake implies I didn't intend for it to happen, Christopher," he said, his voice smooth. "I’m rarely unintentional." "It was an itch," he continued . "One we’ve both been remarkably loud about. We scratched it. Now, the noise is gone. I’d say that’s a successful resolution, wouldn't you?" "Don't overthink it. It was exactly what it needed to be. Nothing more, nothing less." I felt the spark of irritation flare in my chest. "An itch?" I repeated, my voice dropping into a dangerous purr as I set my mug down. "That’s funny. Because from where I was sitting—or pinned, rather—it felt a lot more like an exorcism."