What Could Possibly Go Wrong Novels & Stories

"But what if I screw it up?" Daniel was sitting across from him. "Sometimes you're going to goof it up. Say the incorrect thing. Forget about an anniversary. Work too much. That's what marriage is. The question isn't "Will you mess up?" It's "Will you fix it when you do? "How can you know so much about marriage?

“Ms. Claire, there’s a problem.” The air shifts again, heavier this time. My thoughts spiral as I brace myself for what’s coming next. What could possibly go wrong now?

He said and I scoffed. "What's there to think?" "What if something goes wrong?" He asked. "I know you think it's a great idea and all but what if somehow it doesn't go the way we planned?" I calmed down a bit to understand his point. "Then I ask you what can possibly go wrong?"

“I don’t know….What’s wrong with me?” “Do you want me to find out?” I asked. “Yes,” Sebastian replied in a choked voice. “Please. I don’t want to be like this.” I nodded. Whatever was going on with him was something I couldn’t find, and if I couldn’t find it, I couldn’t fix it. I couldn’t pick up on any magic or physical illness. His aura was slightly tainted, but that could have been grief or depression, which was to be expected after everything that had happened.

As crazy as their theories sounded: Tom would only nod, so he wouldn’t have to deal with them much longer. It was clear to everyone that things had been going wrong ever since the pandemic. To him, it was as well, but there was nothing anyone could do about it anyway. Thank God there was not! Otherwise, you would have had to do something, and as soon as you do anything, there is a good chance it is the wrong thing. From him, at least, everyone would have expected exactly that.

August jaw dropped. "I can't cope with her trying to have s*x with me every time we're together, she would eventually kill me if I'm not careful" "If I get married to her, it's more like I'm getting married to death" August couldn't fathom the right words to say, he just continue staring at Marcus as he continued laying his complaint

“If the Guardian predicts crises…” “…then it also predicts failures.” Jessica nodded slowly. “Yes.” “Failures of governments.” “Failures of markets.” “Failures of entire systems.” Mara crossed her arms. “So eventually the Guardian will face a crisis it can’t guide humanity through.” Silence filled the chamber. Because everyone in the room had thought about that possibility before. No system was perfect. No prediction was absolute. The future always contained unknown variables. Ethan finally answered. “Yes.” “That day will come.”

Maybe this really is a bad idea- The branch suddenly snaps.

Doctor replied and I nodded. “He gets these nightmares.” I whispered and he nodded understandingly. “Yes! Closed spaces or fire and some other things cause them and also headaches. They reduced eventually, but never disappeared.” He said and glanced at Nakul. “They stopped recently from two weeks completely.” Nakul said and I glanced at him surprised because I didn’t think about that. “Everything can’t be cured by a professional. Some things need their tending by something on their own or anything specific.” That’s the statement he got.

Brad said, then hung up. Austin scratched his head like a Maniac, his mind is in his great torment. His body is on fire, and he needs to quench it. But where could he get the money from, he is already bankrupt because of the drugs, so he has no money of his own. At that moment, the devil came and whispered in his ear. *Son, have you forgotten, the hospital fund. Have you forgotten that you are the one handling the account. I'm sure that just a small amount of 300$ missing from all those plenty amount of money in the bank account, would not even be noticed.*