Accidentally Yours Novels & Stories

Alicia was now the one looking confused. Aaron shook his head, "No! I didn't get a chance to ask his name! So when you hit my car...for some reason I always have the misfortune of meeting you in a position where you're suicidal!" Aaron said, looking annoyed. "I never intended to kill myself! I told you, didn't I? The first one was a mistake! You misinterpreted my actions! I just wanted to save my money that was washed away...in that river! The second one...same thing! I was sad, because...never mind! Forget it! The point is that I accidentally ran into your car! I didn't see your car go by because I was too sad about my problems! So, I never intended to kill myself!" Alicia said firmly.

I look around the crowded place for the blonde. "Yep, had to drag her out of bed and everything," she says as her thumbs fractionally type on Cassandra's phone, "Oops," she utters, still staring at the phone. "What?" I ask. "I just accidentally posted your picture on her I*******m and captioned it as Loml," she wiggles the phone in the air, my eyes pop out of their sockets. "Accidentally? Bro, what the fuck, Liv can see that shit," I freak out.

Trapped in his hold, I suddenly became hyper-aware of our proximity. We were so close. Our breath mingled in the space between us, and it would be so incredibly easy for Malik to lean down and slam his perfect lips against mine. As the realization hit, a sudden warmth flared deep in my core, and my face flushed a brilliant crimson. What the hell am I thinking?! Malik was my best friend. Disgusted with my own fleeting thoughts, I carried my eyes away in shame. “I just didn't want to bother you,” I whispered, repeating the only defense I had.

Damon said “Nope, not interested” “You can't refuse a gift” Ben said “Relax dude, it's your day today, just have fun, fuck up today then tomorrow you can resume being the icy CEO” I shook my head lifting the glass to my lips” “Fine” “Good then, the chick should be waiting up for you by now, happy birthday” “Fuckers” Damon laughed “ the best you've ever known

“It was an accident. A stupid night that got out of control.” “And now it’s a contract,” he said simply. “One that can save both of us.” I opened my mouth to argue but stopped. Because somewhere deep down, I knew he wasn’t wrong. If pretending to be his husband could solve his corporate disaster and keep me from drowning in hospital bills… maybe it wasn’t the worst deal in the world. But it still hurt to hear him talk about it like a transaction. Like I was just another number in his perfectly organized life. “Fine,” I muttered, grabbing the apple again. “I’ll play along. For now.”

For several seconds, she simply held it, turning it over in her hands. Then she called Alexander. He answered after two rings. “What's wrong?” “Nothing has happened,” she said quickly. “I just received a package addressed to me, and I don't know who sent it.” “Don't open it yet.” His voice had changed. The warmth of breakfast was gone, replaced by the firm tone she had heard on the night of the accident. “It's a small box,” she said. “It doesn't feel particularly dangerous.” “That isn't how we determine whether something is safe.”

On my birthday, my boyfriend Heath Merrick sent me a transfer of 200 dollars, same as always. The note read: [Birthday gift for Macy. Too busy lately, so I won't be around to celebrate with you.] A second later, I saw a message my best friend, Kyra Donnelly, had accidentally sent to our four-person group chat. [Fourth birthday we've spent together! Thank you, Brody and Heath, for the gifts!] The photo attached was a cake topper, a miniature figurine made of two ounces of solid gold. Less than a minute after the message appeared, my brother, Brody Lawton and also the group admin, deleted it for her. He tried to cover it up by flooding the chat with a string of GIFs, then casually typed a

Denver’s boring as hell right now. I smiled and replied: *Austin feels the same. Maybe we’ll both get delayed again sometime.* Some nights you meet a stranger and everything just clicks. No strings, just raw, sweaty relief. And damn, I needed that. (Word count: 1,920)

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 got my bottled water, sipped a little and shifted my mind to something else. Perhaps if someone would ask if series of unfortunate events is true, I would volunteer to testify. I was an achiever in high school, but when I got in college, I fell from being an achiever to nothing. I almost didn't make it to graduation. I was a disgrace to my family. I got married three times, but all ended up in divorce. At first, I thought they brought all these misfortunes into my life, but all my ex-husbands were happily married now, so I was convinced that I was the one who brought mishaps into them and to mine.