Why Not Rather Be Wronged Novels & Stories

"If he figures out I'm not you, you'll be in trouble too." "Fine. What did we leave out, Andrea?" "The fact that I'm still a virgin." "Bloody hell! Why are you still a virgin, Andrea? Why?" "Because not everyone allows every man who winks at them access to their body," I deadpanned. "And where has your holier-than-thou attitude gotten you? An unrecorded crime, a godforsaken apartment in a wretched neighborhood, and a monster for a husband. My only advice is to pretend you aren't a virgin. Take the pain, no matter how badly it hurts. Now, goodbye."

“Is it about reputation and dignity again? I owe what I owe. I don’t think it’s shameful to admit when you’ve done something wrong. What’s truly shameful is not correcting your mistakes and not being brave enough to admit them!” Simon’s eyes widened. “What did you say? You’re all grown up now, huh? Are you rebelling? How dare you speak to me like that? Who do you think you are?” It was not shameful to admit when a mistake was made. What was truly shameful was not admitting one’s mistake. Those words completely ignited Simon’s fury.

"I was wrong—" "Yes, you were." She meets my eyes, and the emptiness in them is devastating. "You were wrong to leave. You were wrong to call what we had a mistake. You were wrong to dismiss my feelings as manipulation. And you know what? You're wrong now too. Wrong to think coming back fixes anything. Wrong to think an apology is enough. Wrong to think I'm just waiting here for you to decide I'm worth fighting for." "I know you’re worth fighting for—"

You want to disgrace the Thompson family? Every word landed like a hammer. He grew more agitated, pushing up from his seat, looking ready to strike. Sylvie's mother tried to calm him, rubbing his back, but her eyes shot daggers at me. Even the grandmother chimed in with scorn, "If Sylvie hadn't insisted on marrying you, I would've kicked you out long ago! You're disgraceful and useless!" That's when Tyler spoke up, his voice smooth with faux concern. "Come on now, Johnny's scarred. It makes sense he wouldn't want to be seen in public. It's understandable that he would run off before the wedding."

"You good-for-nothing son! Are you trying to ruin us all?" Manfred's cedar pheromones, thick with gunpowder-like rage, overwhelmed the room. He shook with fury, wolf claws faintly emerging. Other pack members, cowed by Manfred's rage, bowed their heads. "Dwight, this is your fault. You can't blame others for coming to question you." "This isn't fearing power, it's knowing right from wrong and correcting mistakes." "Yes, you're well-educated, yet you can't tell right from wrong. You favored your lover, insulted your mate—it was wrong. Correcting it now, we'd still accept you..."

"So what?" Agitated, the man said, "So what? Why should these evildoers receive property and protection, while we endure so much suffering because of their greed? Do you know what these people have done for money?" Faye replied, "If they did something wrong, the law will punish them. You have no right to punish them with illegal means. How are you different from any of them then? You're just breaking the law under the guise of righteousness." Everyone at the scene fell silent.

Or is Ray performing his duties as a father to his only child? What exactly is wrong there? Nothing wrong with the above, right? We are just rewriting all the wrongs here. Mr. Mazur is rewriting his wrong for not choosing his son’s happiness back then, and I am making up for keeping my child and her daddy apart for years, and that too, on the grounds of all those lies that I was fed. We are all victims of this whole injustice, and we are serving justice to the deprived souls, and those rights everything. “We need no guns.” I say this as I sip on my juice.

“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.

“Miss, why do some people like to pretend that they are deaf and dumb? It was obviously those eight people who caused you to drown first, and you were even brought to the emergency room. They obviously knew what happened and they knew that those people almost killed you, but they are still speaking for those perpetrators! “What rights do they have? Thank God you’re fine. What’s the point of their apology if something had gone wrong?” The more Miss White spoke, the more agitated she became. She was obviously furious. Sienna reassured her, “I believe that not everyone in this world is unable to discriminate between right and wrong. Miss White, just wait. There will definitely be someone who wi

“It’ll never be enough, will it? Orsethii’s right, you know. Justify it all you want, but all you’re doing is wrecking the galaxy over how you feel. “And just because they’re in the wrong and helped cause all this doesn’t mean what you’re doing is right! Whatever retribution you think you’re meting out is equally as insane as the retribution Orsethii wants to mete out on you. Why is that? “Do both of you think that because you’ve got the power and the authority and the willpower that you can run roughshod over the galaxy? Do you honestly believe that your grief or your anger or your revulsion or your blood is more important than everyone else’s?”