Wrong Person Wrong Time Novels & Stories

"You still love me. Otherwise, why would you be so eager to help me? You can't just erase all those years we spent together! "You're just mad at me. Don't be mad anymore. I've already admitted that I was wrong." I smiled coldly and pulled my hand free. "We spent many years together. That's the only reason I helped you when you got cancer. If that gave you the wrong impression, I apologize. Call your parents to look after you."

Franklin sent his military allowance on time, and I could freely spend the generous sum my parents had given me as my wedding gift. Gradually, the money from Franklin stopped coming. Then, Reuben showed his true colors, forcing me to give him cash for gambling and beating me senseless when I refused. The enormous amount of money my parents left me was completely gambled away by Reuben. To make matters worse, I discovered red sores covering my body that gave off a foul smell. It was not until I went to the hospital that I learned Reuben had infected me with an STI that could not be cured.

“We were good together. You know that. Whatever happened…” “Whatever happened?” I laughed, sharp and bitter. “You mean you cheating on me with someone I thought was your cousin m?” For a flicker of a second, his smile faltered, but then it was back, stronger, as if my anger was a hurdle he could leap over. “I made a mistake. I was stupid. And I’ve regretted it every day since. But you… you’re different with him.” I feigned ignorance. “With who?” “Adrian.” He said the name like venom, but dressed it in silk. “You think I didn’t see the news, the pictures, the way he parades you around the city?”

Lucas grinned. “Speed is therapeutic.” “Therapy would also work.” “That sounds poor.” I opened my mouth to argue, then suddenly froze. Oh no. “Oh no.” Lucas glanced sideways briefly. “What?” “My parole bracelet.” “What about it?” “I forgot it.” Silence. The Bugatti continued roaring down the road for another three seconds before Lucas turned slowly toward me. “You forgot your parole monitor?” “I forgot my parole monitor.” “You absolute fucking idiot!” “I got distracted!” “By what? The concept of employment?”

Imogen couldn't fathom allowing someone as prominent as Mila to apologize to Gregory and Carol. After all, it was Imogen and Jasper's oversight for not informing Gregory and Carol of the correct meeting time, resulting in a three-hour delay. Burdened with guilt, Imogen couldn't bring herself to let Mila apologize to Gregory and Carol. She reassured Mila firmly, "It's really not necessary." In her rush to leave, Mila didn't insist further. "Next time, we'll make sure to visit them in person." Imogen held back from further comment.

I needed to be careful in my opinion, especially since intimacy was deceitful, someone might think two people had a relationship, though they didn't. My heart throbbed faster while walking towards them. I didn't want to kill people like them because they weren't doing anything wrong. However, it crossed my mind not to care about them, for mistakes were only in someone's mind, and without thinking, he could not define a mistake. Nothing was ever completely wrong, because even a stopped clock was right twice a day.

“Do what... isn’t it...? That's the only thing I've learned... and that even though it's gone, it's still inside me. You know my friend that I still have the feeling that I was removed when I believed I could do more... You are my friend... that's why I believe you did what you did... for my good. But that doesn't lead me to believe that it was at the right time and, yes, that it was earlier... than I expected. After all, “how can I be what you say I am, without doing what I do best...”, reasons the old man, feeling useless. “Humans sometimes surprise us, even though they are also human. How many times do our commitments contradict our opinions, Santiago? How many times does this happen in o

I want to skin him off alive! I turned around, and Bobita saw the painful expression on my face. I hurriedly exited the canteen, and Bobita followed me. The moment I stepped outside, and into the hallway, my tears fell. Bobita came hugging me. "It's alright, Beauty. He is not worth it, my dearie." My phone rang, and it was the jerk! I swipe to answer it. "You f*cking disgusting liar pig! Go to hell! Shit you, Jasper! We're over, jerk!" I mouthed and ended the call. I laughed slightly while my tears were falling. That's it. I wasted two years with the wrong person. . C.M. LOUDEN

È ora di correggere i miei stessi errori. (È ora di correggere i miei stessi errori - Time to correct my very mistakes.)

One moment at a time. ***