Wrong Choice Novelas e Histórias

Played? This is bad.

She had loved the wrong man. *

He was extremely sad. "I'm sorry Eric." Jessica apologized. "Are you hurt?" "What do you mean am I hurt? Didn't you see what he did to me? Did you have anything to do with that maniac?" Eric scolded. "I swear, it was in the past. I could never choose him over you even if he's the prince. You are the one for me. The one the goddess has prepared just for me. Why would I choose a man like prince George by the way. Didn't you see the way he was behaving just now? That's nothing compared to you." Jessica said, teasingly.

If this blows up, it won’t be good for anyone, right? Corey nodded along, rubbing his hands awkwardly. "That’s right, that’s right. Katie, Scott must have had his reasons. You’ve seen how hard he works at the company. Then he comes home and has to deal with your… strong personality. "He probably just wanted someone gentler, a subordinate to talk to. It’s… it’s not such a big mistake. Let’s go home and talk this through behind closed doors. No need to let outsiders laugh at us."

To me. “Wren.” The bond pulls tight. I feel his rage. His fear. His trust. Eighty-eight days. Moira’s claim. The vision of me with a bone crown. The President outside with enough firepower to level us. Choose, the First voice said. I look down at Clay. Then at Love, asleep in her crib. At Cael, watching me from Draven’s arms with gold eyes too old for five days. I choose. “We don’t open the gate,” I say. “We don’t hide.”

"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.

A Bad Idea Irina spent the entire weekend avoiding Kyle. Or at least attempting to. The first mistake was checking her phone. The second was realizing she was disappointed every time it wasn’t him. The third was admitting it. Even if only to herself. By Sunday evening she had convinced herself that a little distance was healthy. Necessary. Smart. After all, Kyle George represented everything she should avoid. Another powerful man. Another risk. Another opportunity to get hurt. The logic was sound.

I'm losing concentration. I try to remind myself why I can't want Chase or even think about him. He's not my kind of man. If I want to give a relationship a second chance it should be with someone like Anderson. He's older, hard working, good looking, sweet. He's everything every woman would want. But every passing day I just can't help myself but think about Chase. How I wished I could have him again. I want Chase to be mine and only mine. And staring at his date as he gives her the gentlest smile, I just wished I was the one. I shake my head at how fucked up I've become because of a man I can't have. I remind myself for the gazillionth time Chase is a man I can't have. It's time to let him

“It’s no longer mine to give.” The imposter started to literally turn red with anger. “Also, you’re wrong,” I continued. “That version of her is *everything* to me. In that world, the most beautiful, kind, intelligent, brave, and strong woman I will ever know loves me.” I took a step forward. “And you couldn’t even hold a candle to any part of her! You are not real! SHE is real! She is what I want. I don’t want power, or riches, or to rule the world! I barely want to rule one country! I want her. That’s all. You can’t tempt me with any of this!”