Wrong Choice Novels & Stories

I should run back into the bedroom, lock the door, and pretend none of this happened. I should pretend like it was a mistake that I don’t want him to do all that to me. But if I perish, I perish, I don't care now. So my fingers curl into the waistband of his pants again, almost without permission. He watches me do it. A low, approving sound rumbles in his chest. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Don’t stop this time.” I swallow hard. “This is wrong,” I whisper, even as my hand keeps moving. “You’re my husband’s father. I… I shouldn’t be touching you like this.”

"I'm drowning. Every day. Waking up remembering my mother is dead. Remembering I wasn't there. Remembering I chose wrong and she paid for it." "You didn't choose wrong. Chaewon chose right. There's a difference." "Is there? Because from where I'm sitting, my choice would have saved my mother. Her choice killed her. Those feel like different levels of wrong." "One saved a child. The other would have killed a child. Neither option was right. Both were just... less wrong in different ways." "That's what Chaewon says. What the therapist says. What everyone says. But it doesn't make it hurt less."

Devastating. "I was wrong. I should have chosen Hope. Should have sent everyone after her immediately. Should have prioritized my daughter over strangers. That's what the conspirator knew. That's why they built the choice. Because they knew I'd choose wrong. They knew I'd prioritize duty over love. Knew I'd fail exactly how I failed." "You didn't choose wrong. You made an impossible decision under pressure. Both options were terrible. Both led to loss. You can't blame yourself for an outcome beyond your control."

A/P "We may love the wrong person or cry for the wrong reason. But one thing is sure, mistakes help us find the right person." ~A/N

"I was wrong, perhaps. But I now realize that loving you is a bad choice." He clenched his chest to somehow reduce the pain but it's still aching. He noticed the tear drops on the floor so he shut his eyes close. He chose the wrong person to love, and also chose the wrong person to fight for. "Damn it! I told you to just stands still! Come here now. I found a car."

His eyes fell on my lips as I let out the breath that came out Sweet and soft. A part of me felt like I was doing something bad, that someone made a mistake doesn't justify me doing it as well. You are not the type of woman Irene, two wrongs don't make a right . My breaths turned shallow when I thought about those words, my mind was racing at the fact that I had to fix this in some way. He made to walk past me but stopped by my side, Letting his arm touch mine as he slid it round my waist. His touch was not welcoming, here I was thinking of a way to get the thought of cheating out of my head and he was right there triggering it.

Damn butterflies for not being considerate. “I have ever been there. Facing two hard options.” “And how did you end up choosing one?” “Most decisions can be undone.” She said in a serious face. Yet me here, looking confusedly at her, not really understanding what she meant. As if she noticed my confused stare, she sighed. “Other from life and death, most decisions are reversible. If you make a wrong one, you can reverse it, go back and fix it, even with a little suffering.” “If I choose the job, I obviously can’t go back to my mom, though?”

Cleo Home There is something that just clicks when you know that you are with the right person. There is the right kind of wrong ; and there is the wrong , kind of right . The latter is always the safe option , where as the first option is the option you should always go for. There is always safety in comfort to a certain extent. Being safe allows you to stay in your comfort zone, and staying in one zone for too long can stunt your growth .

Of course, if they made a mistake, the junior beta can be changed at any time and he will be but for a while, they would suffer the consequences of the wrong decision they have made. "Let's begin. Behind the male you choose," they stood up in an orderly manner, filing behind their various choices. Some shifted between lines, unsure of what they wanted. Two minutes passed and there was no more movement anymore. It was clear who had won but I asked the councilman to count. When he was done, he came to my side. "Colton has the highest votes" The councilman didn't sound pleased and within me, I noted Colton was the right decision.

"We were fools. Please... have mercy..." "Wrong?" The word curled in my mouth. I let it linger, then spat it back at them like venom. "Wrong is spilling a glass of wine. Wrong is missing a step on the stairs. What you did was not wrong, it was willful." I let my voice sharpen."It was a choice. Every whip you cracked, every fist you raised, and every time you turned your back while I begged, you chose it. And you enjoyed it. Thoroughly."