Why Not Rather Be Wronged Novels & Stories

Another wrong, maybe? I bore so much for this man and gave way too much than I should have. The hurts, the pains, the humiliation from his mother and those guests from the introduction party, and I am not complaining, neither am I regretting a thing. Now, that, I don't feel anything wrong about it. I don't know if it's wrong in the real sense, nor do I know if not seeing it as wrong is wrong. I can no longer at this point tell what is right and what is wrong.

I tell her, thinking of tiny Heather’s big eyes focused on me when she’d think about it, knowing I’d have all the right answers. The witch’s head tilts, “What would you tell her?” She asks, and I smile looking over at the multicolored skies as the sun starts to set. “I’d tell her she was right, but also wrong. I’d say it’s not the things the villain does per say that makes them the villain. It’s the inability to empathize with their opponents point of view. Their inability to know right from wrong. Two wrongs don’t make a right.” I tell her, and she ticks her tongue. “Do you still feel that way?”

What did it have to do with me? He was greedy, vain, and wanted a wealthy woman to support him, so he had to bear the consequences of his choice. There was no such thing in this world as getting both sudden wealth and a faithful, devoted wife. As I listened to Jacob, I secretly made a decision. Since he wanted to play dirty, he couldn't blame me for being unfair. I had held back before, considering the fact that we were siblings. I never expected he would see me as an enemy. I said mockingly, "I've never depended on a wife, only on myself. I'm not like you, always blaming everyone and everything but never reflecting on your own actions!"

I exploded, releasing all the anger and fury I had been holding in. "Two wrongs do not make a right, Alena. Do you want to become a murderer? It'll haunt you for life even if you get away with it. Murder is not the way. Spare me please," she begged piteously. I stood up furiously, kicking the chair to the side. "Don't you dare lecture me! If you know so perfectly well what's right and what's wrong, why didn't you apply it in your own life?" "Ι..."

"I've lived with her for a year. I know who she really is." Joanna's eyes reddened instantly, and tears glistened in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Alex. I didn't mean it that way. Savannah's a good person, and so are you. You two are perfect for each other. "I didn't mean to hit Thomas that day. The brakes failed. I didn't see it coming. Perhaps I forgot to pray, and my luck turned for the worse… I just wanted to bring him home. I never imagined it would end like that… Well, life is unpredictable."

They were covered in scratches and bite marks. When they saw me, they shuddered and huddled in a corner, weeping tears of fear. They murmured repeatedly, "We're sorry, Angelica. We were wrong. Please forgive us! How much pain must you have suffered back then? It's all our fault! It's our fault!" They reached out to try and hug Arabella and me once more. However, I stepped backward. Their arms froze, outstretched in mid-air. There was a look of extreme pain on their faces.

“Scarlett, have you misunderstood something about me? But even if you have, you can’t say things that wound my wolfish pride like that.” Stunned, I stared at him. The injustice I’d just managed to swallow down surged back up, and fresh tears streamed down my face. “If we’re talking about wounded pride, Ethan Reed, isn’t what you’ve done more like a knife to my heart?” He sighed, his voice low. “I haven’t done anything out of line. You’ve got it all wrong.” “You have no idea. There’s a reason I let Amber stay here. She lost her job a while back, had no pack protection, and was in a really bad state – couldn't even afford to eat.”

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."

Wouldn’t taking the high road be the right thing to do? Taking a step back and thinking this through before I did something I regret, like bursting into the room would be a good idea. Even if my mate hurt me, even if I saw him fucking my friend, shouldn’t I be the responsible one? The one that doesn’t act rationally? The thought of doing that only caused the fire burning within me to grow. I know I’m right. I shouldn’t do what he’s doing. I shouldn’t be petty like him and make a mistake. Two wrongs don’t make a right.

"Stop hitting us!" "We're wrong! We were wrong!"