What So Wrong About Your Life Novels & Stories

“A few accidents. An arrest. Bad relationship. The list goes on.” “I think it needs to be revisited. I just don’t see you as bad as you want to be.” Chuckling, I say, “You could start a campaign.” “On it.” XXX

Jaime Barthes was the only son of the wealthiest family in Hartow City. Ever since he was a child, he could have anything he wanted. On his fifteenth birthday, he fell for Eden Hawthorn the moment he first saw her. Right then and there, he boldly declared, "She belongs to me, and nobody should ever think about touching her!" During the entire decade of their marriage, he was obsessively protective of her. She was forbidden from any kind of interaction with men, and she had to employ the help of her assistant for something as mundane as handing a report to a male colleague. Everyone assumed this was simply Jaime's love language. One day, he caught a terminal disease. The entire nation fr

"Maybe you should stop spending so much on things you can't afford." Something in me went very still, then very hot, all at once. I knew exactly where every cent of my money went — I'd built my entire life around that accounting, sacrificed sleep and comfort and half my twenties tracking it down to the last dollar. To hear her suggest, so lightly, that the problem was my spending instead of the money that had vanished on her end, felt like being slapped and thanked for standing still. "I don't spend on anything I can't afford, Maevra. I spend on my father's survival and my own education. That's it."

"Rule #1: Don't chase your potential clients with a knife." Have you ever felt like you were cursed to suffer forever? Like the entire purpose of your life is for tormention? Because I do. Ever since I was born, life has a strange way of reminding me why I shouldn't hold on to things that were meant to break. Trends, promises, status, condoms, standards and et cetera.

I was also not in situation. Why am I even alive?? Why allah didn't took me instead of her?? Why?? Why?? Why?? My life became a hell after she left us. I am dieing every moment. Mom says that allah chooses good things for good people and bad things for bad people. Am I that bad?? Don't I deserve happiness?? I also want to live my life normally. Bohot akela kar diya hai Mere apno ne mujhe. Samajh nahi aata main bura hu

The woman asked. "I never lie". I replied. The woman stared at mom. "I don't know what to believe anymore, just please...fix her". Mom replied and I stared at her for a while. Fix her? Was there something wrong with me? Am I sick or is there something that my parents aren't telling me? Questions ran through my head but I was still too young to understand or ask questions,I just continued thinking what I did wrong. "Do you know what you did wrong that made your parents bring you here?". Miss Sarah asked and I shooky head.

Most people say that life is unbalanced and the concept of living is just nothing but a hoax, they have no idea how wrong they are. Life is all about ups and downs, positives and negatives, the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. Life can't be one sided, it must contain every aspect with it's opposite counter part. The essence of life is just about struggling and over coming problems, people who claim they don't want any of this are just literally stupid. Life is full of challenges and it won't have any meaning if there isn't one. My name is Dave moses and i'm a therapist. My work involves helping people to overcome their problems in life but as funny as this may be , I can't solve

“It turns out, but this is not going to be good either.” "Good or bad is not up to us to think, if you have an opinion that disagrees, we can recommend it to the Emperor." After saying that, Robert left, followed by another son. But this son has been sick since childhood, so he rarely goes out, and now he can see that this person's aura is even colder than Robert's. Hearing Robert's words, the other man only lowered his head and whispered. “If so, I would have said it a long time ago.”

I looked into the room. The window was wide open, and the freezing wind rushed in. My niece's friends huddled by the bed, too scared to say a word. They were already in elementary school. How could they not know this was dangerous? My mate tried to reason with me. "Raven already admitted she was wrong. Honey, you've vented enough. Let's just bury the pup." I found it absurd. A life was gone, and all she had to do was say she was sorry?

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.