Accidental Mark Novels & Stories

Frankie offered me a glass of water, and I accepted it, grateful for his concern. “What happened?” “She was in an accident a few streets away. Somebody hit her and crashed her beetle completely. An ambulance took her to the emergency room to check for internal bleeding and head injuries. Though she swore she was fine. I was on my way here when I saw the commotion and recognized her car.” The overwhelming need to see her and make sure she was OK surged through my veins, and I reached for my phone to call the taxi. But instead of a dial screen, I faced yet another message from the same unknown number.

The two words landed heavy in the room. "What do you mean you lied?" "The marriage was never truly accidental." His voice stayed low, careful, like the confession cost him something physical to say out loud. "Not entirely. I knew what I was doing when I followed you across that street to the chapel." "You're saying you planned this?" "Not planned." He shook his head. "But I wasn't as drunk as I let you believe. I knew exactly what marrying a stranger meant, legally, permanently, and some part of me wanted it anyway. Wanted you anyway."

He didn’t stop walking. He turned toward the row where his seat waited, near the back,somewhere quiet, somewhere away. But just as he passed the last row, Steve subtly shifted. And then a thud. Drake stumbled hard. His shin smacked into a leg that had no business being there. The kind of move done with a smile on your face and a trap behind your teeth. His books scattered across the floor, and his knee hit the cold tiles before he caught himself. A small gasp. Then a few laughs.

"You seem much more calm now, and I understand what you're trying to say. I know you feel as if what you're doing isn't enough, and I'm going to tell you that what you're doing is enough. You've done the best you could with what you were given, and you always put us first. It was wrong of me to say that you don't care about us. The kids love you; they are just mad at you for not hearing their side of the story when it comes to disciplining them. You just get so angry at them that they shut down emotionally." "I know, and that's about to change. While I was in Vegas, I married someone, and it wasn't by mistake; it was accidental, because there's a major difference between mistake and accident

Authors note: This book was previously titled, 'The Accidental Wife' as the author and the rightful owner of this book I have made the decision to change the title to Accidentally Yours. The story in its entirety remains the same and the only changes will be the cover and the title of the book. Thank you! Happy reading. **** “MISS HART?”

She shook her head, “Did I say it’s dirty? I said it’s interesting. But in your photo, there’s only one on your forearm.” “Ah, stalking me?” he smirked. “Just kidding!” he added. He doesn't want to offend her. “I haven’t used the app since I have no time and we’re not allowed. I just used it to look for you - I mean to call you, so I could .. apologize.” he quickly changed his sentence. Nuala looked at him with scrutinizing eyes. “Ah, I see.” but then she smiled happily as she caught him. “Trying to throw dust to my eyes, eh?”

Oh well, it’s not my fault the classroom numbers were faded and so hard to read. I was busy trying to decipher the classroom numbers when I accidentally bumped into someone hard. I stumbled back a bit from the impact, but luckily, I caught myself before I fell. The place where our skin touched was tingling and I rubbed it involuntarily. “Crap, I’m so s-sorry,” I said scared. Would’ve this person kill me? This school scared the shit out of me already with all the good-looking people and how strange the atmosphere seemed to be.

I checked every window, every lock, every corner. Something was off. I stopped near the back door. My eyes caught a faint mark on the wood, like the lock had been touched. Scratched. Someone had been here. My heart started to beat so fast. I went back to Adrian. He was staring at the floor, lost in thought, the gun still beside him. “Adrian,” I said carefully. He looked up. “What?” “We can’t stay here.” His brows pulled together. “But… you said” “I know what I said,” I cut in, quickly. His eyes widened. I softened my voice. “I thought it was safe. But someone has been here already. The lock in the back… it’s marked.”

She watched as Debra paroled the building surrounding trying to get a glimpse of what she was doing. Jennifer's mind began to spin with ideas, she wanted to prank Debra and catch her off guard in a traumatizing way. As she wandered through the store, her eyes landed at the poster color at the stationary section. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she picked up the poster color, paint brushes, a pair of black shades and some gummies.

Lorenzo confirmed. "Exactly. You must have something to give me then. If not, we will arrive at the same result." The young man smiled. Mateo gave him access to more powerful software. So Lorenzo was able to access information within minutes with his abilities. Two of Mr and Mr Ricci’s chips came up. Information such as name, age, police history, etc and the accident that had occurred and that Lorenzo had already found. However, the reason for the accident was different from the previous information. It was written brakes with two corrupted information.