Why Not Rather Be Wronged Novels & Stories

“Reasons come before circumstances. Tell them the reason behind your ordeal. Stop making it look as if I'm a bad girl. I am not.” I spoke confidently and defensively. “I'm not here for that. As you can see, I am regaining gradually from the pain you and your cohort inflicted on me. I'm strongly promising you here and your partners in crime: the law will certainly make you all understand the cost of your evil actions. Donal, please take me out of this place.” She muttered. But still standing and voicing out.

"Don't talk while I'll treat your wound. It'll be alright. I'll take you out and bring you home!" "I-I can't go back anymore." As the woman spoke, she looked relieved. She didn't have the will to live. "If only you'd come earlier …" Yves darted to her and cradled her in his arms. His eyes reddened as he said indignantly, "It's not your fault. None of you have done anything wrong. "The ones who are wrong are those who would do anything for money. You're all victims. Why are you punishing yourself over someone else's mistake? You're clean, and you're cleaner than most!"

I have also done something wrong, maybe I should not retaliate, I should report this to Xavier and let Xavier solve it by fair means. What did I do wrong? I thought hard and finally figured it out. I did make a mistake in this case. I shouldn't have been too distinguished in appearance, I shouldn't have aroused others' jealousy, I shouldn't have been too gentle and reasonable, I shouldn't have made people think that I was a pushover and easy to bully. Now that I've reflected on what's wrong with me, I should correct it. That's right, I can't change my appearance, so I'll have to stop making people think I'm pushover.

*** 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.

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.

Trying to resolve contradiction. "Not exactly," Dante said. "Bad things are still bad. Wrong is still wrong. The contract. The coercion. The transaction. That was wrong. Period. No justification. No redemption. Just. Wrong." "But people can choose differently. After wrong. After bad. After darkness. People can choose transformation. Choose growth. Choose differently. Build something good. Not because the bad was good. But because people are capable. Of change. Of growth. Of becoming more than their worst moments."

“Everyone hates me now and I think I deserve it. I’ve made a lot of mistakes and it’s time for me to pay for them.” Johnny smoothed my upper left arm. “Everyone makes mistakes. We all do things without thinking through. Don’t beat yourself about it. This will soon pass and life will get back to normal.” I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I don’t think those I’ve wronged will ever forgive me.”

"I am fully aware but it doesn't need to come that far, mistakes cannot be fixed with another mistake" "You are wrong! Mistakes should be reflected with the same pain it causes you to tell them not to do it again! Mistakes are not a thing to be tolerated!" "But Esther, there is a proper way to do it--" "--and you never did!!! All you have done is to let them abuse you!"

His screams echoed down the hall, then faded. I turned to Bianca, who had been hiding in a corner. She immediately dropped to her knees, her voice shaking. "Don, I'm sorry! I really know I was wrong! I didn't know you were the Don, if I knew, I'd never..." Then, she started to purr, unbuttoning her shirt and trying to crawl closer. "Don, I can make it up to you with my young, sexy body! I'll take good care of you! Can't we start over?"

His throat was tight. He said: "She wouldn't do that. Sloane wouldn't—" She said: "You don't know what she would do. You never did. You spent three years thinking you knew her and you were wrong about the most basic things." Her voice didn't change. Still even. Still calm. "You were wrong about how she would react. You were wrong about how long she would wait for you to come back. And you were wrong about what she was capable of when someone gave her a better option."