Accidentally In Love Novels & Stories

He cursed as his eyes drowned in mine. Was this Malcolm speaking or the alcohol? It was definitely the alcohol. I’ve heard of stories where men got drunk and mistook another woman for the woman they loved. My heart ached at the thought of Malcolm mistaking me for Emery. “Shit. I’m fucked.” He hissed under his breath, his lips landing on mine again. This time, he didn’t just kiss me. His hands roamed all over my body. His hot and sinful hands. I was wearing my pajamas, a top and shorts. And he was wearing just his trousers.

I said “Yeah, I am really sorry. I did not think any of that would happen. She suddenly confessed her feelings for me the night before our wedding and I told her that me and her should just stay as friends but then I spent the whole night dreaming about it and wondering if I really loved her or you.” Everything he continued to say made it so much worse. But something about hearing him only discover that he liked her the night before our wedding was way better than if he had said something like he had liked the whole time we were dating.

Olive stared at her phone after ending the call with Dr. Harris. Her chest tightened with anger, frustration, and disbelief. The audacity of the situation was overwhelming, and the very idea of carrying Raymond Stone’s child felt like a cruel joke. She had been an unwilling participant in someone else’s mistake. The fact that she had been accidentally inseminated with Raymond Stone’s child felt like a violation of her very being. “Surrogacy mistake,” she muttered bitterly. “As if that excuses anything.”

The man I loved? I scoffed under my breath. What a joke. How did I even end up like this? Falling in love with someone I once barely knew? I knew the answer to that question. A single encounter. An accident. A stranger I saved from drowning. That was where it all started. One stupid moment. One he didn't even remember. And the worst part? I wasn’t even trying to lie to myself about it anymore. I knew I loved him still. My mind wandered back to nearly a decade ago, before the love and hate, before the tears.

“And I mean everything, Maria. Don’t skip a single heartbeat.” Maria groaned dramatically and flopped beside me. “Do I have to?” “Do birds fly?” I shot back. “Yes, you absolutely have to. Spill the tea, pour the juice, uncork the wine...whatever you want to call it. Just spill it.” She let out a sigh and rubbed her temples. “Okay, okay. It started three days after that whole accusatory incident.” I gasped. “Three days? That’s like microwave-speed romance. Don’t tell me you caught feelings from a trauma bond.”

“I am. I swear I am. I made mistakes, but I love you. I’ve always loved you.” He backed away. “Love doesn’t look like this.” I wanted to reach for him, but my hands felt heavy. “Adrian, please. You’re the only thing that’s ever made sense in my life. Without you, I ” He interrupted, “Without me, what?” “Without you, I’m nothing.” His breath hitched, and for a second, I thought he’d let me touch him. But instead, he turned away, brushing at his eyes. I took a shaky step forward. “I didn’t sleep with him on purpose. He came to me at the bar, was too drunk to even think. The next morning, he was gone. Then that video came out, and I realized what he did.”

Since before I even understood what love meant. And now…I had crossed every line. My fingers pressed tight around the phone. How was I supposed to tell her? "Millie… I slept with your cousin." "Millie… I love him." "Millie… I think I have always loved him. Even before I knew what to call it." Just thinking about saying those words out loud made my stomach turn over. The phone buzzed again. A message. Millie: I'm coming over. My eyes went wide. Oh God.

She had buried the ghost of that relationship under layers of paint, sarcasm, and feigned indifference. But looking at Mui now, a sudden, violent ache ripped through Avery’s chest. It was a phantom pain so sharp and visceral it felt like it had happened yesterday. "Avery," Mui whispered, her eyes shining with tears. "I’m sorry to just show up. I left him. The wedding is off. I... I didn't know where else to go. I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life." Avery couldn't breathe. Her tongue felt heavy, glued to the roof of her mouth. The confident, sharp-tongued artist vanished, leaving behind a hollow, shocked silence. She just stared, her fingers gripping the edge of the door so tight

Luca’s Pov: The bloodshed, the betrayals, the lies….the bittersweet love. As I laid half unconscious on the cold marble floors and took merciless beatings from people I called my family…. I wondered, could I have avoided it all? Maybe I could’ve, If I wasn’t so desperate for a restart at life. Two years ago, Dante Solis found me on the streets of New York playing a guitar for the tiniest amount of money.

I ignored her. She leaned forward. "Do you like her?" I nearly choked. "Excuse me?" She waved her hand dramatically. "I know to you love is a myth, emotions are for idiots, blah, blah, blah." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "But do you like her, are you attracted to her?" "There is nothing to like." "Really?" She folded her arms. "You two had sex." "We were drunk." “Nobody gets drunk and accidentally sleeps with someone they aren't attracted to."