Wrong Choice Novels & Stories

Mom said she was caressing my hair. "But what if the person I want is not the right guy for me?" I finally opened my mouth, mustering all my courage. "Then I believe my daughter is strong enough to kick him out of her life. It’s okay to choose the wrong person. That’s a mistake that everyone is allowed to make. And don’t forget that the major decisions of life are learned from the mistakes that we make." She explained. "So, who is he?" She asked, to which I bit my lips, thinking that she might freak out after learning that that person was a vampire.

"Ace, did you ever have to make a decision where you had to choose between the wrong and the more wrong?" Relieved that she was touching him and had not reacted much about his visions and what he had told her, Ace hugged her close, letting her sweet scent wash over him, his breath tinged with relief before answering a question. " As a leader, there are many times you have to choose between wrong and more wrong sugar. And it is never easy. But it doesn't matted which choice you make. What matters is having to live with the choice you have made. Accept it for what it is."

"Because I've been watching you for months, dear. You come here, you go through the motions of gardening, but you're not present. You're somewhere else. Someone else." I sink down beside her, hands in dirt. "I don't know if I made the right choice." "Does anyone? We make choices based on the information we have at the time. Sometimes we choose right. Sometimes we choose wrong. Sometimes we choose right for the wrong reasons or wrong for the right reasons. The only real mistake is not being honest about what we actually want." "What if what I want is impossible?" "What if it's not?" That night, I draft an email to Damien.

“Luca, if your father and I get divorced, who would you choose to stay with?” He froze. Standing there helplessly, his lips pressed so tightly they turned pale. After a long time, he finally spoke in a low voice. “Dad would be sad. “Mom, he just made one mistake. Don’t divorce him, okay?” I looked at him as my heart slowly sank. The moment he hesitated, the answer had already become clear. He chose to stand with his father. I raised my hand and gently touched his head, as calmly as I did every night when I used to put him to sleep.

When the handsome young man in front of her did something she knew could harm her, Daem smiled at her as if to say, Don't be afraid to try to make mistakes in a world full of mistakes. ❝It's not that bad to learn something bad; that'll give you a lesson that will make you a better person.❞ this is meaningful advice. Don't be scared to do something wrong that will make you a better version of yourself. With every mistake, it will leave a lesson in our minds that we can use to improve ourselves. Angel took a deep breath, as if she were ready to make a mistake. I should not be scared to do something wrong; I should try it.

He turned around for a moment, catching my eyes. My breath caught in my throat, my heart accelerating rapidly in my chest. There was the ghost of a smile on his lips but there was nothing warm about that smile. It was the smile of the devil. Cold, cruel, malicious and mischievous but I felt myself gasping for breath at just the sight of him. He turned around and slipped through the back, taking my common sense with him. I mumbled a ridiculous excuse and left June in charge of deciding which of the thirty shades of yellow we would end up using.

I remind her so she won't worry too much about it. "Oh no! Again? How could you let this happen, Hudson!" She turns angrily to Hudson. He looks ashamed to the ground and again he blames himself for this. "It's not Hudson's fault. I ordered something wrong." I defend him and he looks up at me noticing I'm not telling the truth. Meredith signs madly at him anyway. "No, it's not true. I ordered Ice cream for myself with peanuts and for Ashley without but then Ashley caught the wrong one. So, yes. You can blame me." He tells the truth. Sometimes he just should appreciate when I lie. I don't do this often.

Good solution, my ass. I don't see a good solution to my problem. Because if I choose the right one I will still cry. I’m still the loser in the end. I will still be left behind. I will be miserable. Though I have an option, I'd rather live miserably than snatch an innocent child's right of having a complete family.

A premium adjustment. She wasn’t wrong about her assumption. I should’ve thought of it. I should’ve known better than to walk in here with my shoulders back and my chin up like the last four years hadn’t happened. Like I could just walk back into the world and the world would simply make room. Stupid. The word settled in my gut like something swallowed wrong. The parole bracelet felt heavier suddenly. More visible. Like everyone in the garage had stopped what they were doing and was staring directly at it.

A message that he was unfit to stand beside Frostfang's heiress in public. Dorian tightened his grip and raised the tool. The first blow came down hard enough to smash my knuckles against the metal edge. White-hot pain shot up my arm. My breath caught. For the first time that day, real panic hit me. "I was wrong," I said quickly. "Take the car. I shouldn't have fought you for it. Just stop." Swallowing my pride was better than letting him destroy my hand. But Dorian only smiled. "Now you know how to beg? Too late."