Three Mistakes Of My Life Book Novels & Stories

It was only after I was truly dead that everyone around me unraveled into madness. … I was told by the doctor that I had, at most, a week left to live. I held onto my diagnosis and spent all day trudging through the rain. I was consumed by thoughts of how I would tell my family and Henry, and what I would say to them as a final farewell. Walking aimlessly, I eventually found myself at Serenity Orphanage. I had been financially supporting Lillian Lowe, a girl who lived there, for three years. Though we weren't related by blood, the years we shared made me long to see Lillian once more before my end.

“You want to discuss fair now?” Malachi is watching me carefully from across the room now, his expression unreadable in that annoying way he does when he’s thinking too much. Arthur exhales quietly on the other end. “I know I screwed up.” “That’s a light way to describe emotional terrorism.” Lilith points at me proudly from the couch. “That was a good line.” “Thank you.” Arthur ignores both of us completely. “I’m trying to fix this.” “No,” I reply immediately. “You’re trying to re-enter.”

It was supposed to be a thing of joy and happiness to have welcomed a little princess but their family also broke apart. Life sometimes is a world of differences, a world of mistakes, a world of lessons, and a world full of good and bad. I have tasted many of life, but I've come to realize that I've made mistakes in the past, but now I'm determined to rule them out and live the rest of my life in the piece. They say love is blind and it's truly is but more dangerous than love is Lust. [THE END] ******** Author Comment: Finally, It ended, and thank you all of you for your patience. I will start working on a new series and I promise It will be a regular update as I was doing previously. Till y

Yes, my mum had the major part to play in the wreck that is my life but couldn't life have mercy on me for a second just like it did on my siblings? Actually, life was merciful with you. Mustafa came into your life to make it better you messed it up, flipped it into a burnt toast, and sent him running out of your life. You messed every single thing up, you heartless, obnoxious bimbo! Yes! Damn! I messed it up! I messed my life up and now I am thirty-three years old with absolutely nothing to account for it. I made a mess of my life and I should be responsible for the actions I made and I know I shouldn't be blaming anyone.

everything. It was just one mistake, but it completely changed my life. It happened over two years ago, yet I'm still dealing with all the consequences of that damn mistake. I wanted to move on, but I couldn't, especially when the people who abandoned me keep reminding me of my past mistake. It's exhausting... ***

“I went to a Psychic Center for testing. I put down that I could share my dreams. It was so stupid of me. I thought it was for fun, like those psychics at fairs. I kind of thought it would be funny to have a real ability but to pretend I didn’t. It was the worst mistake of my life and started everything.” “I’m grateful for your mistake. I wouldn’t have you had you not made it.”

*"I made a mistake. The biggest mistake of my life." A mistake. That's what he called it. Not a deliberate choice to believe lies over truth. Not a conscious decision to protect his own image at the cost of an innocent girl's life. A mistake, as if he'd simply miscalculated and arrived at the wrong answer on a math problem. The glass in my hand creaked ominously, and I realized I was gripping it hard enough to crack. I forced my fingers to relax, drawing on the breathing techniques Grandfather had taught me during those first, difficult months when rage had threatened to consume me entirely.

“Look what you did in the past year and a half. Look at your children; they’re still there. You have struggled for them and yourself all this while; if anyone sees you now, they'll never believe you were once a princess. You’ve taken your life in your hands and turned it around. Don’t let the mistakes of the past matter; you’ve learned from them, and you will never let yourself make the same mistake again. I’m sure.” “I don’t know Cameron. I really don’t know.” I cried. “When I take one step forward, I’m reminded of all the mistakes that brought me to this place. All the things I could have done right.” Cameron drew me into his chest and patted my hair. “That is why they are called mistakes,

Braver. “Make mistakes?” she questioned. “Miles, you almost killed Harley just so he could not be with me. He left the pack to escape you. Yes, you may have had your reasons within your mind for being a dick with me, all because I refused to help you with your studies, or should I say do all your studies for school to help you pass, but you made my life hell for far too long, and dragged others into that too. They aren’t mistakes, they were choices. Mistakes are one-time things, but these things were happening time and time again.”

I looked into my mom's eyes before letting out a soft sigh. "You're a kid, Liv. You're only eighteen. Everyone fucks up, at least once in their lives. I've fucked up more times than I can count; it didn't make me a horrible person; it made me human. You're human, Liv, and you're going to make mistakes. Sometimes we're going to hurt some people not because we want to, because that's just the way life goes. And other people are definitely going to hurt you. Because hurt people hurt people. And the best part about being hurt is that you're going to heal." She told me in a promising voice.