Wrong Target Novels & Stories

"You were wrong about how she would react. You were wrong about how long she would wait for you to come back. And you were wrong about what she was capable of when someone gave her a better option." Derek sat back down on the closed lid of the toilet. His hand was still bleeding. The hole in the wall was still there. The photo of Sloane and Caden Ashford outside the courthouse was still burned into the back of his eyes and no amount of sitting in this bathroom was going to change that. He said: "What did you actually do. All of it. What is this." She said: "What do you mean."

Marcus: I've tried mom, I can't have anything to do with that spoilt brat. I know what I want in a woman, but she has nothing among all of it. Mom: why are you being so stubborn? You should know I'm not going to push you into the claws of death or anything bad. Marcus I'm your mother and I want the best for you and.... Marcus was almost raising his voice " what you're trying to do is not the best for me" I'm going to spend the rest of my life with this woman and you want it all.to be in pains and sadness.

"But you've got the wrong idea. I'm not here on a blind date." Wait-what? My eyes went wide. "This isn't Table 87" "Yes, this is Table 8. But it's the VIP section's Table & He casually pointed out toward the main hall. "Your Table 8 is to the left when you go back out." "O-Oh, I'm so sorry! I got the wrong table!" I wanted to crawl into a hole. No wonder he looked at me like I was nuts. I shot up from my seat and rushed out of there.

At last, I could breathe easy again. I did not just mistakenly send that one message; I also blasted the new draft meant for my editor to him. Their profile pictures matched, and the name was Adrian. I shot Adrian a message, [Seriously, your name is a recipe for disaster.] She responded, [I like it. Switch to a guy's name, and those foreigners won't be sending hate mail after reading my stuff, boo-hoo.] I replied, [Looks like it's gonna cost me either way.] She shot back, [Profile pic updated. (Screenshot)]

I can’t keep thinking about these things, or I will mess it up. I am waiting for my food to be ready when my cell starts to ring. My first thought is that it is Aubrey, but when I take it out, I see Hugo’s name flashing on my screen. Part of me wants to ignore it because I know what I am doing behind his back is wrong. No, maybe bad isn’t the right word. There is nothing wrong with Aubrey and me being together. We are doing it in secret, which makes it wrong. Taking a deep breath, I answer. He will call back if I don’t.