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Mabel said, her eyes half-closed. He stared at her, feeling oddly calm despite his drunken state. “You’re nice,” he muttered. “So are you,” she replied. “No, I’m not.” “Really? Then maybe life isn’t being a bitch to you—it’s just being fair.” “I’m bad, but I don’t deserve what life’s doing to me. The one time I made a mistake, it’s ruining my life,” he confessed. “Listen, everyone makes mistakes. It’s part of life. Don’t beat yourself up too much, okay?” Mabel said, yawning. She was completely exhausted.

We’d had ups and downs, yes, but that didn’t mean I could just throw away everything we were. “I feel so bad right now,” he said, his voice cracking. “Finding out Amber cheated, I didn’t even know what to feel. I lost you. I lost Amber. I lost everything.” He swallowed hard. “I need you, Zee. I need my best friend. I really do. I made mistakes, I know that. But I don’t want to lose you.” Then he reached out and gripped my wrist, his hold gentle but desperate, his eyes locking into mine.

"And because I made choices that hurt her when I didn't even understand what I was doing. That's the worst kind of mistake — the kind you don't know you're making until it's already done." I walked beside him and thought about that. "Are you going to fix it?" "I'm trying." "How?" "By showing up," he said. "By doing what I said I would do. By not making the same mistakes again." "That sounds like what Mummy says when I break something," I said. "She says sorry doesn't fix it, doing better is what fixes it." Sebastian was quiet for a moment. "Your mum is right," he said. "She usually is."

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

When I was ten, I transmigrated back in time and became the child of a poor farming family. My mother had an old injury, and my father had an eye condition, so the whole family depended on my labor to survive. When I was sixteen, there was a locust plague that summer. Our fall harvest was cut in half, and by deep winter, we had no grain left. I faced the wind and snow wearing a threadbare cotton coat just to find food. Halfway home, I froze to death, still clutching half a loaf of bread against my chest. After I died, though, my soul suddenly returned to the modern world. I saw my biological parents gathered around my older twin brother, laughing and chatting. There had never bee

flashed across the screen, crap. “Hey tay, what’s up?” “What do you mean what’s up?” “It’s almost 5 PM and I haven’t heard from you all day, hello? It’s your birthday party tonight!” “Don’t be mad, but I can’t make it, I’ve come down with the flu or something.” “That’s such bullshit Charlee, you’ve never liked parties, and now you’re trying to back out.” “Really tay, even call and ask my mom, I wouldn’t lie to you about this… I really am sorry, we can do something next week before I leave.”

I surprise, my eyes bulged. “That’s what I'm gonna say to you but I forgot after I got here” She chuckles. “Oh, my goodness… I am so sorry for acting so pissy to you Katty. I’m having a bad day lately, I am so sorry!” I frown as I lowering my voice, my face down to the ground. “Hey, it’s okay Maia. Sometimes we don’t know if we do something wrong, but that’s fine! I’m over it, we're good!” Katty smiles as she caressing my shoulder and leave my room after.

- Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime. You aren't bad until you can out sprint boys in a foot chase. - I should reconsider going to the Olympics. You aren't bad until your initials spell out something- mine spells SIN You aren't bad until no matter what, you always have a backup plan. My backup plans run from A-Z. You aren't bad until you have a theme song. - I like to think of mine as Michael Jackson's BAD. You aren't bad until you have watched The Titanic without crying. - my tears have all been dried up.

U DO SET D BAR PRETTY HIGH COUZ BUT U AIN’T GETTIN TO HELL B4 US. DON’T DIE M & R BRAINY, BAD AND BOUJEE

He could never win with her, never get a word in. When the flashback ended, Bashir Bakura cursed himself for being so unsuccessful at the time, for taking the money Bushratou's father had offered and gone abroad to make a name for himself in architecture. It was one of his worst decisions. His second most regretted decision was never checking up on the child Bushratou had and his worst ever decision, was marrying Yaana. He regretted it bitterly.