Two Wrongs Make A Right Novels & Stories

‘But, sir, it’s unfair to leave Miss Jansen alone against those two hulks. Logan tapped his long, slender fingers against the leather seat. ‘Winning or losing isn’t about physical strength, Terence. It’s about having a strong, calm mind. She’s going to be fine.’ But as Logan turned to look at Alessia again, he noted the redness and swelling on her face, the clear imprint of a hand that had struck her. ‘How the hell did she manage to get hit twice in one day?’ he cursed under his breath. Without another thought, Logan flung open the car door and stepped out, marching towards the van.

I leaned in mischievously to kiss him, then looked at him with unwavering certainty and said, "This time, I won't be mistaken. My mate is Casper Reed!" As soon as I finished speaking, he bent down and marked my neck, completing our fated bond. That seemingly absurd mistake of mistaking my mate had never been meaningless. It had been the Moon Goddess guiding me. Only by finding my true mate, receiving his full love and protection, could my sealed wolf soul awaken and complete the destiny that was always meant to be.

"Not really, I am not. I am only saying that you are going to get what you deserve for acting this way." "No matter what happens, she is still your mom." "And you do not see me denying that now, do you? Do blood relations stop the crime from being a crime?" "She made a mistake; anyone can make a mistake." "A mistake is when you write a two instead of a seven, but if you keep on writing a two even though you want to write a seven, then you made that mistake intentionally, and that is no longer a mistake."

More loving More confident in life More confident about life This is right This is right Do not repeat plight To repeat is not always right You forget past plight For to repeat is wrong If it’s sad The thought in mind You decide You decide On the floor of life Each right Each wrong You decide You are right You win the sight The thought upright The thoughtful insight It’s you It’s you who is right Not a book Nor a wisdom in a sentence But you to decide What’s right What’s wrong You decide You be right Repeat it straight Always in your mind If you twist it For a better taste of words Knowledge will bless you again You decide Straight or twist All is right You decide You are right For right lif

They didn't deserve that. "I have heard what you said but I can't forgive him. He is the cause of my parents death and my banishment. I was living a relatively okay life before he came along. I had never even thought of a mate because I didn't care. Then what does he do? He causes the death a lot of people in his pack. I am sorry I can't do it." "I understand. You have every right to be angry but look deep into you please. You are doing the same thing he did. Two wrongs don't make a right."

"It was the full amount. I counted it twice before I gave it to you." "Well, I don't know what to tell you, sweetheart. I passed along whatever you gave me." A small, apologetic laugh, the kind designed to make the whole thing sound like an honest, forgivable mix-up. "Maybe there was a mistake somewhere in between. These things happen." Something cold slid through me, quieter than the panic, harder to name. "Two months of mistakes, Maevra? Both times?" "I'm not sure what you're implying." Her tone shifted, just slightly, warmth cooling into something more careful. "I'm trying to help you, and you're accusing me of something. That's not fair."

“If I just rape and murder one of his women, all will be right in the world again. Justice will be served. And wasn’t it just handy you were the bitch who got me arrested on the very night I came up with the idea? And that I got a brief glimpse of your name and address on one of the witness reports in the file they had open when I signed my bond paperwork to get out of jail. It was as if destiny was telling me what to do, demanding what I do.” I whimpered and my bottom lip trembled. There was so much I wanted to say to him: Two wrongs didn’t make a right. I hadn’t been the one to kill his mother, so revenge really wouldn’t be served if he hurt me. There would be no justice in this.

I shouldn’t be playing the victim here, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to tell him that he hurt me first, and I did the same by lying to him most of the time, so let’s settle the score, but I couldn’t. After all, two wrongs don't make a right. I hoped he would stop me from leaving when I reached the door, but again, nothing happened. I turned around and looked at him. He was observing my move.

The room was silent, with the chairman and others lacking an explanation. Felix’s anger was palpable as he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. His body tensed, with visible veins bulging in his neck. Sweat flooded out of his body, soaking his clothes until they were wet. Fraser’s gaze drifted away from the others as he spoke. “If no one has insight, then both actions stand equally justified—or unjustified,” He paused, his words hanging in the air for a moment. “The saying goes that two wrongs don’t make a right, but in this case, it seems both parties are on an equal footing. Let’s drop it and move on.”

“I am completely sane. I have an hour and half to hand over the relevant documents to them… Let’s make the time count. Come with me…” Together, we leave my house for the company. Two wrongs, they say, do not make a right… but who knows? One obvious, desperate right might cancel out the other’s wrong. My right will cancel out my own wrong, then, I will be vindicated, and then, will I have the upper hand against this bullying duo.