Wrong Love Novels & Stories

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

He added. "That's what I used to believe," I said. "But I came to realize that, yeah, to love someone means entering a small hole. Difficulty is a good partner, same goes when loving someone. It's part of the process, that's why." "But the main reason why people tend to end themselves being miserable is that they're loving someone who isn't a hundred percent sure they're the one." I looked at him, with my shining and shimmering pairs of eyes. "For I believe, loving the wrong person is the cause of their suffering."

"You betrayed everyone, Ethan. You let your thirst for revenge put you to this pain you brought upon me and yourself. I loved you, Ethan, I loved you genuinely.” I wiped my tears and said boldly. “But not anymore. I hate you so much that if I were to hold a gun I would kill you myself." As I spoke, a bitter taste laid on my tongue. The fact that the man I had formerly loved had orchestrated a crooked game of manipulation and dishonesty left scars that ran deeper than any physical crack. "You destroyed everything, Ethan. I can not forgive you for that."

Wrong because loving Kendrick had cost me four years of heartbreak. But we had found our way back, older and wiser, finally brave enough to choose each other without apology. We had been wrong for the world, but we had always been right for each other. If life ever gave me the chance to begin our story again, I would make the same choice. I would choose him. In every lifetime. Even if I had to find him all over again. ***THE END.***

“You’re disrupting structures that took decades to build.” “Good,” I replied. “They were built on silence.” “You think transparency makes you powerful,” he said. “It makes you vulnerable.” “No,” I said calmly. “Love does.” The word landed between us. He studied me. “So that’s what this is.” “Yes,” I said. “And I won’t apologize for it.” He sighed. “Marcus overreached.” “He always does,” I replied. “And you’ll clean up the mess,” Ethan said. “No,” I said. “I won’t.”

"But…" "There is no 'but,'" Aurelia cut me off. "This is what love looks like here. Its only pain and suffering and punishment. Alaric loved me once, or so he claimed. But he loved his alpha title above all. And look what that love turned into. Look what it made us both." She stood up, smoothing down her dressing gown with shaking hands. The wooden box snapped shut as she gathered her supplies.

~ Dorathy ~ I looked at him again. “Sometimes the real tragedy isn’t loving the wrong person. It’s loving the right person at the wrong time.” Tears slipped down my face now, but I didn’t wipe them away. “I loved you enough to fight for us,” I continued. “But I love you enough to stop standing in the way of your happiness.” I wiped my face with the back of my hand, feeling the years of pent-up exhaustion settling into my bones.

“You know… one day this won’t hurt like this.” I swallowed. “I hope so.” “It will,” he said with certainty. “And when that day comes, you’ll look back and realize he didn’t break you. He just… showed you what you won’t accept again.” Tears slipped down my temples, quiet and hot. “I wanted it to be him. I thought I found a love worth fighting for even if it was short” “I know,” Max said softly. “But wanting doesn’t make it right...if it's the wrong person.”

While our concert tickets were being scanned, I was told my name wasn't on the list. Daphne Brucke slapped her forehead and cried, "Damn it! I accidentally entered Drake's information when I bought these VIP tickets!" She turned to me with a solemn expression. "Well, the good news is that he's a fan too. I should get him over here right now. I don't wanna waste this." In the end, I could only listen to the concert from outside the stadium. Half a month later, I once again found myself left behind, this time at the airport. Daphne grumbled, "I can't believe I made the same mistake again! I entered Drake's information on every ticket for this trip!" She sighed. "Well, what else can I do?

I blurted out, “So much.” “Sorry?” He snapped, turning his head slowly to glance at me. “I said I like you,” I clarified, “I am beginning to fall in love with you.” Arlo turned away coldly, “That's unfortunate.” I blinked in shock, “Really? This is all you have to say?” Suddenly, Arlo sat up, “You know... it's not that people you love keep leaving or rejecting you. It's that you keep choosing to love the wrong person.” My body went cold, his words piercing my heart. I was short of words, or I just couldn't speak.