Wrong Person Wrong Time Novels & Stories

A simple conversation would’ve sufficed. If it was about Ri, finding out it wouldn't be a big deal. She already knew it was a one-night stand and neither of us had a clue who either one of us was, she’d surely understand considering how many one-night stands she's had. Besides it meant nothing and it wasn't like it would happen again And frankly, I didn't want to keep this from her. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his voice as he began to speak. “ sorry must’ve been the wrong person my bad” he said before he turned around and started to walk away. “Wrong person, my bad” did this motherfucker really just say that to me. Within seconds I could feel the fumes rise within me, I was

To one person, I still had all the time in the world to find someone new, and to another person my life was short to waste it? It's just a party though, what could possibly go wrong?

ADRIAN I’d made a lot of regrettable mistakes in my twenty-seven years of existence. At the very top of that list was agreeing to be in a five-year relationship with someone who would end up being a liar and a cheater. But I was beginning to realize that wasn’t even my worst mistake— and that was saying something. My absolute worst mistake had to be hooking up with a random stranger I met in a club. And not just any random stranger, a stranger that turned out to be my student.

“So, I just came to tell you the truth. “Back then, both the Capello family and the Newman family said your marksmanship was the best. They said you were born to inherit that gun, the shooting range, and the entire family's weapons collection business. “But why should you? “I only casually mentioned that I liked that gun too, and Damien chose to look the other way while I destroyed your hand.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice until it brushed past my ear like a snake’s hiss. “It’s a pity that I didn’t go far enough that time. Your wrist was still saved. But Damien had the doctors delay the best treatment window and deliberately changed the treatment plan. Your bones healed out of place,

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

This engagement is off. Everyone was stunned.

The I was wrong at sixteen was for getting too close to another girl. The I was wrong at eighteen was for forgetting my birthday. The I was wrong at twenty-two was for losing his temper at our engagement party. The I was wrong at twenty-three was for being in another woman's bed while my mother was dying. And the other woman was my sister. I'd set up a filter so Connor's emails went straight to trash. Trash auto-deleted after thirty days. I didn't think he'd actually show up. It was almost one in the morning when I got back to my apartment that night.

And then, Oscar jumped on the sleeping Charlotte. We should finish our work on time. Once time has passed it will not come back for anyone. Time moves at its own pace. Time is the most precious thing in our life. We are human. It's normal for humans to make mistakes. We never make mistakes knowing. We realized it after making one. There are some people who got the opportunity to correct their mistakes. But in some human lives they may not have time or opportunity to correct their mistakes. Sometimes a small mistake can make a difference in your life. Sometimes it is seen that there are some mistakes made by your relatives or your loved ones which are difficult to accept. Even an angry man,

I hate you with everything in me and I wish one of us die before I face you again. When I texted back that it was a wrong number and wrong person, instead of stopping Mr Wrong had started making conversation with me. Not a regular one either. His messages came in sporadic manner. Sometimes, he’ll disappear for weeks, sometimes days and sometimes he’ll text throughout the day. One of those times, because I’d started to look forward to his texts, I’d asked him if I was talking to a serial killer or a really old man with a taste for young women. He had responded with, “So, you’re a young woman? How young are you to my thirty seven?”

But I was really not really for what the time says. I mean it should be probably Three P.M, or at most, half past the exact same Three P.M I'm thinking it should be, or at most, like, let's say I've spent all my life on this, four P.M. I decided just to finish exactly what I'm doing before I checked the time. And when I checked the time again. It's freaking thirty minutes past five. What the fuck? How did that even happen? The entire day just fucking disappeared?