" you just love making the same mistakes over and over again, Dont you?" " What's that supposed to mean?" "Only a fool makes the same mistake twice and I think you are more that a fool jade Salvatore". ................. Was previously That One Girl's Mistake. Have fun while reading🙌 Love you guys😍😍😍😘

No one said life was gonna be this hard... Everyone says a lot of things without thinking of how it affects the other person.. No one knows how much weight words carry.. How words can do a lot of damage .. One one knows..... And in the end when its all too late, they regret those same words they threw around in the first place... They never noticed her... Never.. Well, not until she faded away... Ps: this is a short story so no one should complain about the length ..

"There is no way I am rooming with-uh that" I point to the devil sitting in the corner. He looks down on his phone not even paying attention to me. Or what I have to say. "Woah" he says. He starts chuckling. "What in the world is so important" I practically scream at him taking his phone. Once I look at his phone and look. I scream even more. "Ew. Ew. Ewwwww" I screech. He laughs evilly. "Oh yea. And that my friends is, Carly, room 17" he says. "Ew" I say for the last time. "Is there anyway I can switch" I ask again. "I'm sorry ma'am there is no more rooms available. Unless you want to drop out" he folds his hands together. I take a deep breath for what feels like 20 minutes. "I guess I'll keep my room" I say rubbing my eye. *--------* Rilen Hamiltion just a normal teenager that wants to live a perfect life. But before she can do that she has to go to college for 5 years. Her life will change when she realizes that her roommate Bailey Thomas, is actually a guy. A disgusting guy that is full of himself. Biggest player yet. What will happen when she has to stay 5 years with him? Will she get to the edge to just Quit school? Or will she stay? Read more to find out!

2016 Watty Award Winner for Most VORACIOUS Read Sample only. This book is PUBLISHED! How do you tell yourself not to breathe? He is my mate, and she is his everything. But he chose her, against every single instinct that we both know. For that, I have been whipped, shunned, shamed, disgraced, and broken. All for one moment of madness, I could not control. After two years, I left, unable to bear the pain and loneliness anymore. That was then. This is now. I am back, and I am not the juvenile I was. I am now a fully grown female. I feel his eyes on me, but I can't. I won't. I shouldn't. Time has healed my wounds, but not the deep scars the whip seared into my flesh or his indifference to my heart. Each breath is a pain, and his scent overwhelms me. But I can smell her in it. He still will not give her up, despite his own body crawling with a deep, physical desire that only a mate can satisfy. I breathe: I exist, barely. I am a midwife. I bring life into a cruel world that haunts me every day, and the Doctor I work with is the only one in this pack who holds faith in me. He is the one person who stands up for me - and I feel light again when I am with him. What kind of life is this when two mates cannot be together, yet every part of their primal soul yearns for it infinitely? What kind of cruel moon would torture a she-wolf like this? I can't go on, but I must. Whatever happens, I must attend to my purpose and give my miserable life some meaning; perhaps I can snatch some joy in pieces, but now I see that he needs me - but he also wants her too. How do you tell yourself not to breathe?