Accidentally Yours Novels & Stories

“You remember me, don’t you?” She straightened, defiance flickering in her gaze. “Yes. And for the record, it was an accident.” Bold. She could have apologized, begged even. Instead, she pushed back. Again. This girl had no idea what game she’d stepped into. “Accidents,” I said softly, “can be costly. Especially in this company.” Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look away. For the first time in a long while, I felt entertained. --- Amara’s POV

Adrian brought out a small box. Inside: a necklace. Not flashy. Just a silver pendant with a single word engraved. "Truth." “I thought we’d reclaim the word,” he said. I slipped it on and kissed him. “You’ve given me more than I asked for.” “You gave me more than I deserved.” Micah giggled beside us. Zaya clapped for no reason. And in that moment, the world felt right. But before we could call it a night, a knock sounded at the door. Vanessa opened it.

A cold sweat pricked my skin. It was time for our truth and our carefully constructed plan was about to unravel. Pauline might accidentally blurt out our little matchmaking scheme. My mind raced, desperate for a diversion, a plausible lie. “I… I accidentally told Pauline that you’d be at the new restaurant for a date,” I blurted, my voice a little too high and a little too fast. “But I never thought Pauline would actually think you were on a date with Anastasia!” It was a clumsy lie but it was all I had.

But then, another message of hers popped on the screen of my phone and without thinking, I opened it. *The sexbot! I ordered one for you as an early birthday gift. The site said it'd be delivered today. Super realistic. Like, scary realistic. What do you think? I dropped my phone. WHAT. THE . ACTUAL. HELL ******************** A slow smile but a curious one, crept into my lips. It happened after a long thought.

“Are you serious right now? Katie, you’ve made enemies. You’ve pissed off people who don’t like being crossed while you were still in the business world. And even if you hadn’t, this city isn’t exactly a fairy tale. Anything can happen. You can’t just walk out and disappear all day without saying anything. You’re not bulletproof.” The guilt crept in, slow and heavy. I slumped onto the worn-out sofa with a sigh, dragging a pillow onto my lap. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. Maria crossed her arms, still watching me with a frown etched deep into her forehead. “Just… next time, tell me something. Anything. Leave a note, share a location. I was this close to calling the hospitals.” “I didn’t think it w

Avery yelled, dumping a pile of sneakers onto Vivian’s perfectly aligned rows of designer heels. "Just shove them in!" Vivian hissed, tangled in a mess of Avery's vibrant silk robes. She aggressively cleared off half of her minimalist vanity, sweeping her expensive serums aside to make room for Avery’s messy makeup bags and hair ties. "Make it look lived-in! Throw your jewelry on my nightstand!"

My ruthless evil boss. Panicking, I tried my best to ignore what I saw and close the app but instead my fingers twitched and accidentally swiped his profile right. *YOU'RE NOW A MATCH* DID I JUST ACCIDENTALLY LIKE SPENCER SALAZAR BACK?! “Oh my God, Oh my God! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” I knocked my head several times to the table. And the phone bleeped again. A message had been received. “Come to my office. Now!”

Then I dropped the phone on the bed and buried my face in my hands, breathing hard. A new notification buzzed. Not from Uncle Ray. It was Jake. “Wow babe… that pic is insane 🔥 When did you send that? I just got off work.” My blood ran cold. I scrolled up frantically in our chat. There it was, the same nude I thought I’d sent to Jake. The first one. It had gone to him too? No… wait. I checked the timestamps. The nude had gone to Uncle Ray first. Then, in my panic, when I thought I was sending the apology only to Uncle Ray, I must have accidentally resent the original picture to Jake as well? Or maybe I’d copied it wrong. My drunk-on-panic brain had fucked up the chats completely.

The window of opportunity had suddenly narrowed, forcing an immediate, improvised encounter. He watched as Whitney got her food two blocks from the office, engaged in what he clinically registered as a "gross flirting fit" with the server, and then launched into an unusually long conversation on her phone for the walk back. Her attention fully consumed, she hurried along the pavement, a half-full coffee cup balanced precariously in her hand. ​This was his cue. The seasoned warrior had to become the perfectly timed, clumsy human distraction. This move needed to be flawless, it would be the first 'accidental encounter' in the long list of calculated collisions to follow.

The second she saw me, she strutted over with a smug look on her face. "Look what the cat dragged in," Yasmin sneered. "I heard Aura Travel let you go. How does it feel to realize you're nothing without Cyrus?" My drunk brain just found it hilarious. I laughed and hit the table. "Oh, look It's the rain machine Did your parents buy this bar too?" Yasmin turned red. "You trashy little, " "Listen to me, you glorified umbrella," I said, standing up and stepping right into her space. "You got me fired from a job I didn't care about. Congratulations Want a medal?"