Accidentally In Love Novels & Stories

Escaping from being sold to a druglord by my own gumbling, drunkard father, felt like it was the end of my life, the betrayal was deep, but the last thing i imagined when i escaped to hide in Spain was Mitchell Matamoros. The most eligible, handsome, and richest man in town. The most handsome being I've ever laid eyes on. He's my boss, he's brutal, and he's a cold bastard who doesn't do love. The last thing i should have done was to fall in love with him because it almost ruined my life. Now, now i have to run & hide, but nobody runs from Mitchell Matamoros just like that.

“I hope you mean that.” “It was an accident. And she provoked me first.” He hesitated. “Was it because of what happened between us?” I laughed bitterly. “Don’t flatter yourself.” I leaned back and crossed my arms. “Your wife is affected because of Rare.” Charl frowned. “Rare?” I smirked. “In case you didn’t know, He was Akisha’s first love.” The color drained from his face. “First love…” “You didn’t know?” I tilted my head mockingly. “That’s tragic.”

Amy raised one eyebrow. "Oh my God!" Lily gasped and turned in her seat, causing the makeup artist to smear her temple with eyeliner. "I'm sorry." She apologised and looked back at her sisters, "I totally forgot about that. Gosh, I have to have sex with him? I forgot marriages came with sex!" "What?"Gaby chuckled in mockery. "You've had sex before, what's the big deal?"

“It was a stupid mistake, okay? I didn’t realize you two were really in love. I thought you were…” “Fucking around and I was using her? Like Tim said I used Warren?” Ace huffed. “That’s the problem with listening to gossip. You only hear what one side wants to tell you. Taylor was my friend. Still is. And Tim left out another important detail. I was never in love with Taylor. I am in love with Emily.”

“They were in the accident with me and I swear I did not plan to kill them. I just rammed my car into them and—” Alisa did not hear the rest of what he said. The wind rushed through her ears, and she was still looking at him. He was saying something or whispering them and his lips were still moving but she could not hear a word of what he was saying and she wished he would stop speaking. The ones he had already said were arrows piercing her heart. “—But it was all a mistake and I swear I love you—” The sentence was not finished. She threw a slap across his cheek without knowing when she did it. All she knew was that she had been thinking about how many more times he had told her he loved her

"Not that way. I just— I just didn't do it deliberately. I can't use our baby, you trust me right?" "I do. I do, baby. You don't need to tell me," I cupped her face and consoled her. "We already talked about it. No third person can create doubts between us now. It was an accident. But trust me, in my life, only accidents brought happiness to me. That accidental one night with you. And this accidental pregnancy. These are the most beautiful things that ever happened to me," I kissed her forehead as a tiny smile appeared on her face. "And you don't need a baby to hold me, I'm already terribly, miserably, badly, and madly in love with you," I said.

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?”

Gently, I stroke my thumb across his hand, tracing the lines and creases that tell the story of our years together. With a sense of nostalgia in my voice, I begin, "Well, let me tell y'all a little story about how I accidentally fell in love with my best friend's brother."

This was Kismet. Now there’s a word I never thought I would ever write. But what can I say? We met by accident, believe it or not. I had been tasked with tracking this woman down and yet the first time we met, I didn’t even know it was her. What I did know, though, was that I was drawn to her. It wasn’t until our third chance meeting that I realized that she was the woman I had been tasked with trying to date. By that time I was already way past stages one and two and halfway in love with her. Spending time with her was no hardship. It was, in fact, the highlight of my day, week, life. It was a fairy tale.

Right there and then as his sex-hazed eyes bore into mine, I was reminded of the brutal fact that now resided in my chest, weighing me down like a slab of lead. I had stupidly fallen in love with him, the mafia boss, who was my accidental husband. Swallowing the bitter lump in my throat, I whispered, “Me too.” + THE NEXT MORNING Waking up, I found myself lying naked and alone beneath the grey silk bedsheet of Caruso’s king-sized bed. The instant I remembered that I had broken my abstinence streak, a heavy lump formed in my throat, as I suddenly felt a weight around my neck. Right.