Three Mistakes Of My Life Book Novels & Stories

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

I shouldn't judge his life according to reporters. 'Every day, I start my day with him dancing in my mind, pushing me to blush. that night can never fade away from my mind.' I shook it off and headed out of the room. It was Monday. I shouldn't get late for the meeting. Jasper and Dean were going to Manhattan to attend another meeting. My last job was amazing before I wasn't the owner. Harry had retired and his company went to his son, Jasper. He wanted to exchange the staff. Jasper was going to be busy. But they stayed there for me, like a family. Livia and I were best friends. Without knowledge, any experience and talent, I learned every day from Harry, Jasper and Dean. I was jobless, first

Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

"It was never too late." Dane stared at her, his eyes searching hers. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying..." She took a shaky breath. "I'm saying that in my first life, I made a lot of mistakes. I trusted the wrong people. I pushed away the ones who actually cared about me. And I regret it. Every single day, I regret it."

For the first time, hesitation crept into my heart. It was not because of Phoebe. It was because I realized that the trip had been like a mirror, reflecting parts of myself I had always avoided seeing. I began to wonder whether I had long grown tired of a life that felt too predictable, only lacking the courage to admit it. One weekend, Shanine brought up the idea of taking another short trip with Phoebe. Looking into her hopeful eyes, I suddenly understood something. Once a secret existed, it would never truly disappear.

I am 24 years-old. I have been writing books since I was 13 years-old. I have wrote 6 books total, but lost 5 to a house fire, and did not have backups. I lost my want to write after losing my first 5 books. It has been 8 years since then. This is my first book I have published. I am a mother of 1 daughter, trying for a second child. I want to make a living as a author, but also become a daycare teacher. I have a cp in earily childcare. My passion is my child. I love and live for my family. They matter more then anything.

Zachary continued. "Don't blame me for what is happening in your life or why you didn't know about your son because you made your choice eight years ago," Zach said. He got out of my car and slammed the door hard while I was left with a broken heart and soul. I felt so guilty for making Megan's life miserable, and I don't know how I could redeem myself, knowing she has every right to hate me. I know I would never be the same man again as I realized what a horrible man I am.

❝She's an example of perfection❞ because of the beauty and brain she has. Even though she's perfect but still a simple girl, she chose a simple life rather than a complicated position because she doesn't want trouble, but now she doesn't avoid trouble anymore; she's the one who approaches it. An accident that she could not accept changed the way she lived her life. The incident in her life proved that there is nothing perfect in the world; everyone makes mistakes just like everyone else stumbles. ❝Study first, Bookworm. Books before boys are what I used to apply when I was still studying.❞ she told the boring story of her life.

“Yeah. It’s no big deal. I—” “I shouldn’t have burdened you with my happiness.” My voice wavered, my eyes turning glassy. His smile wavered. “Eli.” “I shouldn’t have expected anyone to give me the life I wanted.” My laugh came out empty—dry. “That’s not your job.” I paused letting a heavy silence fill the space between us. “My biggest mistake was thinking a young boy like me could save me.” That was my biggest mistake—thinking someone was going to come and save me.

“Four.” My knees buckled. Liam was there before I fell, catching me with trembling hands. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” But I wasn’t okay. I had died. More than once. In different versions of my life. “Why me?” The question broke out. “Why is this happening?” Xves finally looked wrecked. “Because you keep choosing the wrong person to trust. And every time, the loop resets before you learn.” The accusation was unspoken, sitting between us like a knife: