A Perfect Mistake Summary Novels & Stories

“Because God is doing it for me. He’s in Malawi, a shell of himself. That’s enough.” “You have made everyone believe you are this perfect man who always kept his hands clean, who’s forgiving. But I see it now. You don’t have clean hands. You just hide the dirt better than anyone else.” “Ok Judith, what now?” Judith paused. “How do you sleep without yourself?” “Like a baby. We are not going to have problems, right?“ “You need help.” He hung up and returned to the altar. Seemah walked down in a bridesmaid dress. Their eyes met and she blushed standing onto the other side.

“I was such a hysterical twit. I can’t believe I marched into his office and said the things I said. I wish there was a Rewind button and I had it to do all over again.” “Love isn’t perfect,” Mia said. “We’ve all made mistakes. Gabe, Jace, me, Bethany. And now you and Ash. It’s not supposed to be perfect. It’s what you make it. And you can make it really special, Josie. Go and talk to him. Or call him. Make things right and give him the chance to make things right.”

Author’s POV **20 YEARS LATER...** **Blue Stars Hotel – Private Room 203** The heavy bass from the hotel bar vibrated through the walls as laughter and loud music filled the air. Inside Private Room 203, things had turned ugly. A young woman named Hazel Lett was backed against the wall, her eyes wide with terror. Three drunk men surrounded her, their hands grabbing at her clothes. One of them laughed loudly as he ripped her thin top, tearing it to shreds. Another pulled a pair of scissors from his pocket and started cutting her jeans.

he coughed breathing hard, “I’m sorry.” “That’s right,” I looked at him “You are going to be sorry” I started walking around behind observing his legs trying to decide where I wanted to hit him, I tilted my head a few times walking around him. “Please did she send you to do this, ” he stuttered in pain. I laughed, “This is about Maya but it’s not what you think. You ruined a perfect business deal.” “What?” He looked at me with hazy eyes almost passing out. I was back facing him as I smirked finally deciding on a perfect spot to break. Bingo. “I need you to keep him steady for this” I spoke.

"I'm sorry I left without telling you this morning. I thought it would be better to let you sleep instead of bombarding you with that kind of information." "It scared me," I admitted, my throat raw and my voice hoarse. His arms tightened a little and he pressed a long kiss onto my head. "That was my mistake, little wolf, it won't happen again," he said. His dipped his head down to catch my gaze. "And it's okay if you don't believe that yet." "I'm trying," I told him. That was the truth. Every part of me screamed not to trust him but I still wanted to deep down. It was so unbelievably confusing.

I believed that no matter how smart the person was,a mistake would be made and that would be where victory would set in. No matter how perfect the person was,I believe in a mistake being made.

“That's not what determines your perfection. Admittedly, there's a bit of imperfection in every creature, but when I see you, I don't see that first. I see you. All of you. And although the circumstances in which we met weren't…well, you know…” She blushed and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I still think you're…well, relatively perfect.” I couldn’t believe it. “Even with how I keep fucking up?” “Everyone makes mistakes, Roman.” She laughed lightly. “I mean, look at me. I made a huge mistake today, building assumptions in my mind. But we're here now, aren't we?” I was absolutely shocked by her words and didn't know what to do at first. Then Julian's voice floated into my mind, a

It was so damn wrong, so wrong…but it felt so good. The door opened. Mr Douglas suddenly returned to his businessman self, as if his fingers weren't still sticky with my pussy juices. Dad walked back into the room. “I have to take this. My wife has an issue.” Mr. Douglas nodded. “Alright, I'll see you on Monday then. Bright and early.” “Monday,” dad said. “Have a splendid weekend, douglas.” As soon as the door closed, mr. Douglas tugged me to my feet, bent me over the table and pulled down my soaked panties, as if he couldn't wait one more minute. “Spread your legs for me, liza.”

Divorced and still accused of what she wasn’t sure she hadn’t done. “Alfred… I’m sorry,” she said to Alfred. His phone rang, and he picked it up. Mary stood up and surveyed her environment once again. She was so confused she didn’t know what to do anymore. A pair of angry eyes stared back at her as if waiting for the marching order to tear her apart. “No!” she heard Alfred mutter, and his phone slipped from his hand, smashing to the floor. She jumped. “The baby! She lost it!” he blurted out.

"You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but to me... you are just PERFECTLY BORING! You never make mistakes, you never speak loudly, you never disagree, you never show anger or temper... you are like a programmed robot doing everything exactly how people expected you to do! There is absolutely nothing exciting, special, or surprising about you anymore! Everything is always predictable and safe! How do you expect me to be attracted or interested in you forever when you are like this?" "So being perfect and good to you is actually my mistake?" I whispered in shock and disbelief, feeling like every word he said was tearing my soul apart pi