A Hundred Million Mistake Novels & Stories

“This is a mistake… a huge, terrible mistake.” The men around me laughed, low and cruel. “What a feisty one,” one of them muttered. “She seems delusional.” “Begin your bid!” the auctioneer’s voice boomed. I froze, my hands clenching, and then the first number rolled over the crowd: “100 million dollars,” a voice spoke, cold and measured. The entire venue inhaled, a collective gasp that made my chest ache. 100 million. Dollars? I didn't know it was possible for one to even have such an astronomical figure.

I reread the same paragraph three times and still couldn’t process it. I made my first mistake before ten. I didn’t realize it until Grace slammed the printed page onto my desk. “What is this?” she snapped. I blinked up at her, disoriented. “I—what?” “This,” she repeated sharply, tapping the page. “These figures are wrong. Completely wrong.” I leaned forward, squinting at the numbers. My stomach dropped. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I must’ve—” “Must’ve what?” Grace cut in. “You must’ve stopped paying attention?”

But as I prepared for bed, one thought echoed through my mind like a warning: In eighteen hours, I would promise forever to the wrong woman. And the right one would watch it happen.

With an air of disinterest, he opened the box to reveal a stunning golden band with an intricate diamond. Emily gasped, her eyes widening with genuine admiration. “This is beautiful,” she cooed, extending her hand eagerly for him to place the ring on her finger. He slid the ring onto her finger, feeling an unexpected softness as their fingers touched. For a heartbeat, he mistakenly held her gaze a moment longer than necessary, caught off guard by the flicker of something beyond annoyance in her eyes. As soon as he released her hand from his grip, Emily smiled, admiring the glint of the ring on her finger.

Our fingers brushed as I took the stem. The jolt was there again, but it didn't snap like static electricity this time. It was a slow, heavy pulse of heat that lingered in the skin of my palm. I took a quick sip to break the contact, the familiar, sharp taste of the cheap grapes hitting the back of my tongue. "Why do you have this here?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "You have a cellar full of five thousand dollar bottles." "The distributor sent a case by mistake three years ago," he said, his face remaining perfectly still, an unreadable mask against the city lights. "It was sitting in the back of the pantry."

If I hadn't spotted the error quickly, it would have gone through. Six billion dollars would have disappeared. A whopping six billion dollars would have been swept under the carpet. How many more were still waiting to be uncovered? He had made similar mistakes twice in the last three meetings. A grievous one, for that matter, I had tried to call him back on it. I let out a deep breath. I was physically in the car, but my soul wasn't there at all. It had drifted somewhere I couldn't explain. My sweaty palms gripped the steering wheel as I drove.

she squatted her backhand on my shoulder. “Ouch. I’m listening. Okay, ” I responded, bored. I lied. I always blocked her annoying voice. She never stopped talking about how rich and how unfair her parents were. Right now, she was complaining because her mother bought her a handbag that was the wrong color. She wanted navy blue, so her mom opted for dark blue and she was bitching about a fucking color that looked almost the same. “Tiffany, shut the fuck up for one second,” I shouted, “God, you never shut up, do you?” I continued rubbing my eyes with my inner palms.

Hayden: " how many mistakes is there in those files..??" Max: " it has 350 mistakes... red file has 230 mistake.. and black file has 120 mistake...." me: " did you check it Max bro?? " Max: " yes madam.... I have soft copy of that.. in system I checked it.. " 'huh... this is cheating... for him hayden gave to check in system.. for me he gave files.. he wantedly did it.. ' I looked at Hayden in anger.. he was trying his laugh to control.. looking that he is gonna laugh because of me.. I forgot everything...

“40 billion dollars and ten cents.” “Haha. You’re too petty. I’m calling out 40 billion and 100 dollars. I’m more generous.” “I’ll add 1000 dollars, and that’s the maximum.”

Keira went to the presentation laptop and opened a spreadsheet file to fill in the data the budget department was explaining. It clearly has shown a different result than what was presented by the budget department; it was missing three million dollars. It was such a small error in the formula that gave them the wrong result; and it was just a small fraction of the whole project. She proceeded with all the mistakes that she noticed and a whopping total of fifty-eight million dollars was missing in plain sight.