Wrong Choice Novels & Stories

BOLD BUT NOT BLONDE Kimberlee sadly put her papers back in her bag after walking out of a restaurant. She'd been to six different interviews today and all rejected her without a good reason. And now, she doesn't even want to try out the remaining two because she knew the outcome would still be the same. Weldone Santos, weldone. The sun hit her face and harshly settled on her skin. She looked around and spotted an ice cream cart on the other side of the street.

“ Cover your cognizance, mama , pater . ” I glanced at my parents and cringed. “ For your information. I have n’t fucked someone differently. What you felt, ” I felt a vicious grin spreading across my face. “ What you felt was only the morning if you do n’t accept. I ’m not your mate; I rejected you. ” I growled. “ The Moon Goddess blessed me with a alternate mate. It’s further than what you ’ll get. ” I teased. “ No. That’s not. That’s not possible, ” he stammered. “ Clara is my mate, and I intend on marking her. If you know what’s good for you. You ’ll accept the rejection. ” Leon blazoned. “ I ’ll noway accept, ” He snarled. “ You ’ll come back to me, Clara. He

"So that's it, Lewis? You're really that vicious? You wanted to target Finley and ended up ruining things for the entire class!" Lewis was so panicked that he couldn't even look at me. He just kept shaking his head. "No, no! I really just read it wrong!" "You read it wrong? 39 students had their SAT ruined because of one mistake, and that's all you have to say?" "I'll pay for it... I'll make it right..." "Pay for it? Do you think this is like replacing Finley's phone? And with what money? How are you going to pay back our scores? How are you going to pay back our futures?"

I look back at my case study options and I add a fourth one and then immediately cross it out before I can finish writing it. But the two words are still visible under the single line. False testimony.

I looked into the room. The window was wide open, and the freezing wind rushed in. My niece's friends huddled by the bed, too scared to say a word. They were already in elementary school. How could they not know this was dangerous? My mate tried to reason with me. "Raven already admitted she was wrong. Honey, you've vented enough. Let's just bury the pup." I found it absurd. A life was gone, and all she had to do was say she was sorry?

Did not respect their decision. "You are fools," Shadow snarled. "All of you. You chose weakness over strength. Chose foolishness over wisdom. Chose a small, pathetic being over someone truly worthy. You will regret this. Will suffer for this. Will pay for this mistake. I reject your choice. Reject your decision. Reject your judgment. I will not follow Hope. Will not serve Hope. Will not accept Hope's leadership. I leave. I go. I reject all of this."

I turn slowly. Danger building. “You let her go,” he continues. Wrong. Completely wrong. “I didn’t let her do anything,” I reply. “Then you lost her.” No. That’s not what this is. That’s not what happened. “She chose,” I correct. A pause. Then— “Same result.” No. Not even close. Because this— this isn’t an ending. This is a move. A choice. A strategy. And I understand it now. Too late. But enough.

“Even if it’s the wrong one.” I laugh quietly, brittle. “That’s a dangerous philosophy.” “Yes,” he says. “Maybe that’s why it works.” I should walk away. I really should. Still, I don’t. Instead, I lift my eyes back to his. “And if I make the wrong choice?” I ask. He doesn’t smile this time. “Then at least it was yours.” Something inside me shifts. Not dramatically, like breaking a bone or snapping thread. Just, silently yet sufficient. Like a knot loosening that I didn’t realize I’d been tightening for months.

“Look, I know what it is like to be someone’s third or fourth choice. I know what it is like when people are too busy for you. I live that way every day! What I won’t do is let me become your second or third choice. I would rather you not chose me at all then. So go. Go with your friends. Go make your peace with them and move on. Take everything with you when you leave. I don’t want any of it here anymore.” “You’re not that.” He said. “You are the only one I chose. I made a mistake.”

I have some skills in that area, especially considering how my relationship with Austin worked for so many years. "Get me a drink and show me the men. I'm ready for it," I chuckled, as Mark smiled, seeing my enthusiasm. "This isn't right, Ava. If things go wrong, it could put you in danger," Amelia warned, gripping my forearm. She's right; it's not the right thing to do. But who needs to always do the right thing? Sometimes it's more exciting to be a little wrong. That's just how I am. Moreover, we're talking about Mark's mate, who rejected him for no good reason. So, if taking the wrong path leads us to the right outcome, it can't be considered entirely wrong.