What So Wrong About Your Life Novels & Stories

It’s like she has managed to assemble the worst version of This is Your Life, and I’m not too thrilled about it. “Why does that seem to bother you?” she says with confusion. “It’s nothing.” “Are all Gods bad liars or just you?”

To myself. Roman turns to look at me. “What?” “My life.” I laugh, but there’s no humor in it. Just the hollow sound of someone trying not to fall apart completely. “The second this gets out, it’s over. Everything. Yours too.” I look at him then, really look at him. “You know that, right? You understand what people will call you? What they’ll call me?” His jaw is set. “I understand.” “And?” “And nothing.” He holds my gaze. “It changes nothing.”

I've never been the type who likes to party so I don't blame anyone at all, but myself. " Go take a bath, get dressed and go out there to party. You're still a young woman Lauren, stop trying to live the life of a Nana." " Sure thing mom, I'm gonna think about it." " Okay whatever. Just don't say I didn't warn you when you turn thirty five." Mom says on the phone. " Mom." She hangs up. I groan and fall backwards on my bed. My life sucks. All thanks to Caleb. That asshole.

I quietly looked at him, my heart no longer hurting as much as I had imagined it would. “Luca,” I called softly. The child immediately looked up, as if grasping onto his last bit of hope. “When you grow up, you’ll understand that liking one person doesn’t mean you can use another person as a stepping stone. “You looked down on me for being injured, not being able to hold a gun steadily, or being the mother you wanted. Those things were real. “And your regret today is real, too. “But regret doesn’t take back words that have already been spoken.”

Back at Shaw’s face when the woman said triple my premiums like it was the most reasonable thing in the world. Which it was. That was the irritating part. I drummed my fingers against the wheel. I wasn’t the one who got rejected. I wasn’t the parolee. I wasn’t the one rebuilding from scratch with an ankle bracelet and a rap sheet and a roof that didn’t belong to him. None of that was me. I had a Bugatti and a trust fund and a father who despised me and a life that looked excellent from the outside. So why had I left that garage feeling like someone had personally insulted me?

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 looked at him and I suddenly felt that the house was too small for the two of us as I shifted from one foot to another, looking so awkward that I prayed for the floor to swallow me. “There are so many things in life that I regret,” he said as he stopped between my opened door and looked at me. “And so many times when I wanted to turn back time. But life isn’t like that. You can’t press rewind to go back in time and correct all the things you did wrong, nor can you fast forward it to know the future. All you have is this moment. And only one life. I just hope that you aren’t making any mistakes that you’ll regret later on. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned. Life’s a bitch. And you j

"Stop acting. If you're going to put on a show, don't do it on my doorstep. It’s bad luck. The energy from a severed bond only affects the two who were bonded. She's not even worthy of feeling it." Ethan’s eyes were like ice. "Scarlett Hayes, do you think everyone's as cold-hearted and ruthless as you, throwing your family's weight around? Don't you know some wolves are fragile? A shock like this can actually damage their soul!"

"Wow, Yara. Thought you'd grown up, but you're still the same—always plotting. "If you're that paranoid, why not just move in upstairs? Better yet, plant a camera on me. Then you can stalk me 24/7 and finally give that nosy little brain of yours a break."

"If your plan is to lift me up high so that I would fall hard, you don't really have to do that. My life is already miserable enough. I'm just a sanitation worker. I don't have any money left. My family has kicked me out. Do you want me to kneel down in front of Mira Hall's grave to apologize? Or do you want to take my life in return..."