Wrong Choice Novels & Stories

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."

"Ms. Shaw, this is all my fault. I had foolishly placed the wrong person in that position. Please don't be upset." When Lucas saw Gordon grovel so desperately, he finally realized just how massive a mistake he had made. He finally realized that the powerful backer he had always relied on was nothing in front of this woman. "M-Ms. Shaw…" Lucas crawled toward me and reached for my leg, looking akin to a maggot wriggling across the floor. "I was wrong. I failed to recognize who you were. Please, have mercy. Let me go just this once." I tried my best to weather the agonizing pain shooting through my right knee as I looked down at him.

I said, breathless in a way I hated. "Didn't it?" "No." I straightened, forced my voice steady even though my pulse hadn't caught up yet. "My body remembering you isn't the same as me choosing you. I need you to understand that difference, Val, because I don't think you ever will." He didn't have an answer for that either.

That was way more than their attempts to get the correct answer in the first fifteen minutes. Hopping onto the bandwagon to vote continuously for the third option, most of Queenie’s dumb viewers decided that it was better than not working together. The quizzes had very random algorithms, so there was still a slight chance that guessing the third option would give them some results. Some even claimed that it wasn’t a stupid solution if it worked. Probability had to work in their favour, and even the mods agreed that it was possible based on past results. According to her loyal followers, Queenie had a tendency to put the answer in the second or third option for her questions. Half of her answ

We are constantly evolving, some far slower than others, and that leaves room for error. For mistakes. For bad choices. Because a mistake that is repeated is no longer a mistake; It’s a choice. Rowan chose to destroy our marriage. He chose to fuck my best friend while choosing to fuck me over. “I don’t even know why it bothers me anymore,” my voice was barely above a whisper.

“Before I state my decision about tomorrow evening, do you have any arguments you'd like to make, since this concerns you directly?” It took a considerable amount of willpower, but she shook her head. The myth that there was a right and a wrong choice to every decision had to be one of the most laughable ideas humans had come up with. As of late, her life had involved nothing but choosing between the lesser of two wrongs. She had the choice between dishonoring her mate and allowing someone else to be sacrificed in her place. She had the choice between two brothers, neither of whom she deserved. She had yet to enjoy the luxury of an obvious choice between right

I know I've made a mistake! Cameron sighed deeply, rubbing his temples and lowering his head in distress. "You'll have to face the consequences on your own. I can't help you." Overwhelmed with regret, Fenna rested her head on the table, her tears falling silently. After a moment of contemplation, Nathan spoke calmly, "I'll give you two options, choose for yourself." Fenna looked up nervously, meeting Nathan's gaze. Cameron, too, turned to face him, awaiting the choices.

Isla's voice was as cold as a final judgment as she looked at the broken Meggie. "Due to fraudulent acts by the recipient, all contracts are hereby declared null and void!"

"I messed up, I know. I'll drop Rosalie—cut her off for good. I'll be yours, just yours. Please, Vera. One more chance." I didn't flinch. "You know me. I don't forgive betrayal. You cheated, and that was it. You made your choice. Go chase your little drama somewhere else. I'm done. I don't even want to look at you." His face went pale. He knew I was serious, but still shook his head. "No, no. Five years, Vera. You can't just throw that away. Tell me what it'll take—I'll do anything." "Never."

“They won’t treat you any different.” “No,” she replied. “That’s not…I’m wondering how I’m going to apologise to Missus Lowry.” “You aren’t going to apologise.” “I have to. It’s my fault Elize is-” “It’s mine. I made the deal. Elize decided to drug the staff and attack her grandmother, not you. You are the princess, you do not apologise to your subordinates.” “Even if I am wrong?” “Yes, even if you’re wrong. Always stand by your decisions.”