Novel 3 Mistakes Of My Life Novels & Stories

I wait for my driver to bring me to the restaurant that I and Joseph gonna meet up. "Bro I'm sorry I'm a bit late." I said to Joseph who looking at his phone. I take a seat in front of him. "So, how your plan going on?" He put his phone on the table and ask me. "I think I have to make it slow. I can't just straight up tell her that I want her back. Of course, she didn't want it. So, plan change." I said and he nodded. "Well, I told you three years ago. Divorced with her was the biggest mistake you ever done. Now, see what happen. You're like licking your saliva that you already spit." He said and take a sip of his coffee.

"This man thought I'd ruined his life. I thought he'd ruined mine. We were both wrong. We'd accidentally given each other exactly what we needed—a partner who wouldn't quit. Who wouldn't settle. Who would fight beside us instead of against us." More photos. Sophie is now fifteen and running the company's youth outreach program. Marcus, twelve and already coding apps to improve corporate transparency. "My children exist because of a clerical error. My company thrives because of a mistake. My life—the life I love—wouldn't exist if everything had gone according to plan." She leaned forward. "So I'm giving you permission. Permission to screw up. To take risks. To sign the wrong document and see

“I'm done,” she said firmly. Trying to keep from screaming at him. “You can't be done,” Nathaniel spit back at her. “You think that law school will still want you when they find out you cheated and left me? Do you think they want you without my name?” Ella grabbed the latest newspaper and slapped it onto the table. Front page was a picture of Nathaniel kissing Vera with his hand under her shirt. The words “Trouble in the Woods paradise?” were written under the image. “They won't believe I was the one that cheated.” She flipped to the article about the picture that listed her accomplishments and mentioned her volunteer work while absolutely trashing Nathaniel's character.

She lived for the spotlight, and right now she had me locked in the middle of it. I cursed under my breath and kicked the edge of the table. The sharp pain in my foot did nothing to ease the storm raging inside me. If anything, it reminded me how real this mess was. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I should have never gone drinking that night. If I had just stayed home, if I had kept my head clear, Escola wouldn’t have had the chance to crawl her way into my life like this. She wouldn’t have had the ammunition to spin her lies and plaster them across every screen in the country.

She collapsed at work one day, and her condition rapidly deteriorated. I've since graduated from the school she worked so hard to get me through, but I'm still struggling to find employment to make up for her sacrifices. I try to sell my art, write applications, and enter competitions, but so far, nothing has yielded any results. Often, I feel frustrated enough to want to give up, but my dreams keep me going. I won't stop striving until I achieve my goals and make a name for myself. Every success story has its trying moments and epic failures. This is my trying moment, but I will survive it and emerge triumphant.

Bene nodded before following Doctor Elion out of the room. Declan reached for a book on the bedside table and flipped through it absentmindedly. A few seconds later, he closed it and stared at the title. —DESPERATION— The author's name was Maya A. Windleburl. Ridiculous. What kind of book was this? And what kind of silly author name was that? Everything was mildly irritating at the moment. Everything around him seemed to be mocking the recent life choices that had somehow led him to this moment.

But I needed to work hard to earn us a good life. His thoughts always set my body on fire but I hated to think about him. It made me cry mostly. I wanted to stop him from invading my mind, dreams. Unfortunately, I didn't even know where he would be now. Sometimes, when I cried, I missed him like hell. I searched for him on the internet. It hurt me more, made me break everything when I saw him with a new model and actress. But I remembered him as he asked me to. I should forget him. He officially hadn't dated anyone according to the reports. And I perceived happy about it. There must be a different life for him. I shouldn't judge his life according to reporters.

Godrick replied. I often find myself wishing that I could be like Godrick, not caring how others perceived me. Growing up, I used to imagine what it would have been like to be born as someone other than the son of the Alpha. I would imagine what it would have been like to live an ordinary life—one where I could attend school and not have teachers too scared to punish me for my misbehavior; where I would know if the girl I was seeing liked me for me and not for what my status could bring her. However, it was just a child's dream. The moment I took my first breath, I was destined to take over the Blue Moon pack on my twenty-first birthday, and that day had come.

Then, we will know which option is right. I hesitated a moment before sliding closer to the lower roof so I wasn't on the edge. If this does end up being all in my head, the fall could possibly kill me. If this is all real, I am screwed. I closed my eyes, tilting my head slightly to soak up some vitamin D. If this is my end... at least... life wasn't too bad. I had many obstacles and troubles... But, it was probably a better life than some other people. I looked up at the clouds, peace seeming to slide over me. After taking a deep breath, I jumped.

"You know I hate mistakes. One mistake can destroy everything. I have no sympathy or place for people who make mistakes. you are fired." "But Sir." "Leave now." The PA scuttled out disappointed. His 5th PA in a row. Ishaan was famous for his temper. His staff was cautious of him. "Mistakes can ruin a life. It ruined mine. Just one wrong decision finished off everything" He thought. Then brushing aside the painful memories he got back to staring at his laptop. Work kept him away from the painful memories. His concentration was broken by his beeping cellphone. "Yes, Mom." He said into the phone.