Accidentally Yours Novels & Stories

Probably she had fallen asleep due to the fatigue caused by the tension they had gone through. Memories of the accident were again in her memory. The rain, the noises and flashes of thunder. And of course, the people. The frightened screams of Cassandra and her mother screaming for Aria to protect her. All this made her gasp and tense, trembling and wondering what she should look like. Perhaps, a spoiled fool. "Were you dreaming of the accident?" His blue eyes stared at her, only illuminated by the light of thunder. "I’m sorry. I look like a child, don’t I?" she said softly, embarrassed and averting her gaze.

"Don't touch anything. Don't call anyone. This will all be over soon." I headed upstairs, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Annalise was still on the floor where I'd left her, cradling her ankle and sobbing dramatically. Derek stood over her like a guardian, his expression somewhere between concerned and amused. "She tried to grab her phone," he reported. "I may have accidentally kicked it down the stairs." "Accidentally," I repeated. "Very accidentally. It just sort of flew out of my hand when she lunged at me." I smiled despite everything. This man. This ridiculous, wonderful man who'd appeared in my life less than forty-eight hours ago and had already become essential.

My hand covers my mouth to prevent myself from reacting too loudly. Text from Andy: Shit, sorry cupcake, I didn't mean to send that, complete accident I swear "What is it?" Samantha asks me, leaning over to try and see what has me so shocked. "Andy accidentally sent me a picture of his...ummm...thing." I try to explain, feeling extremely flustered, but so grateful I opened the message when I was with my cousin and not around my parents. "Accidentally." She laughs, using her fingers to make air quotes. "There's never anything accidental about an unsolicited dick pic."

Then, thinking her mom was calling, she headed downstairs. Her feet barely touched the ground floor when the TV screen flickered to life, blaring the 10am news in urgent, pulsing tones. "Tragedy has struck the fashion world. Christian Bridges, renowned model, heir to the Bridges fashion empire, and Vesper magazine's coveted cover star, has been involved in a horrific accident. Reports indicate that the accident was severe, and Christian is currently being treated in the ICU unit..."

Some few minutes later Erica barged in, Jennifer tried to apologize but Erica cuts her in. "You always do this Jen" she yelled, her voice filled with frustration. "You never have time for me, it's always one excuse or the other. Just when I decide to give you a chance to redeem yourself, you go ahead and do this again". Jennifer listened ntensively to her sister, her anger was justified. "I'm sorry Erica, you see I was in an accident and lost track of time" "Rightt,the misfortunes always happen whenever you're supposed to be with me" Erica interrupts. "I already made dinner before hand, have yours and don't wait for me, I'm heading out after I take a shower."

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.”

"Let's do that." Candice was buckling under the pressure. Taking a step forward, she whispered into Lynn's ear, "Ms. Campbell, I accidentally bumped into the person next to me when I was reaching out for something. But I can't be sure if that was you." Lynn sounded furious. "Oh, so you were the one who bumped into me!" Flustered by Lynn's anger, Candice stepped back and held tightly onto Justin's arm. She said meekly, "It was an accident…"

I just needed to ignore it. But the phone didn’t stop ringing. I immediately picked it up. “Hey,” Alex said. “Oh hi,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. “Finally I can hear your voice again,” Alex said. “Yes… about… I didn’t do it on purpose.” “Doing what?” Alex asked. “Your photo. I accidentally liked it.” “Oh, I don’t know. I didn’t get any notification about that. I called you because I just came from the dormitory and met Kara,” Alex said.

This choosing​ each other eve⁠ry day‍. T‍hat night, a​fter Ayana’s‌ asleep, A​mon and I sat in o‍ur gar​d‍en.⁠ Under str​i​n⁠g lig⁠ht​s. W​ine glasses betw‌e​en us. Comfortable silence.‍ “​Four years,” I say. “Since th​e⁠ c​offee incide​nt.” “Best accident ever⁠.”⁠

I don’t decide to say it. It’s just out of my mouth, the way these things are always out of my mouth a half-second before my brain signs off on them, and the whole room turns to look at me — Marjorie, the two maids, Hale with her fingers still wrapped white-knuckled around a nineteen-year-old’s wrist. “It was an accident,” I say again, steadier, holding Hale’s eyes. “It’s a muffin. There are forty more. Let her go.”