Bad Mistake Novels & Stories

A/P "We may love the wrong person or cry for the wrong reason. But one thing is sure, mistakes help us find the right person." ~A/N

I tell her again, for the fourth time. "I know I messed up, okay? I'm sorry!" Trisha cries out. I pull her into an embrace and stroke her hair. "Shhh...sorry. I'll stop bringing it up now. It's not your fault, I mean, accidents happen. I'm not blaming this on you, I swear." I whisper. The insurance should cover some of the cost of the house, but I still have to figure out where to live for the time being. We are pretty much homeless right now.

Did I be bad This was the punch that shattered him. A muffled, small noise left his lips. His eyes lost focus, the exact, shaking letters swirling across the page. Her small brain, trying to make sense of the chaos, had landed on the worst explanation she could conjure: that it was her fault. That something defective in her had repelled him.

He looked… scared for her. “Breathe,” he murmured. She hated that his voice was the single lifeline keeping her from unraveling. “I’m breathing,” she lied. Chase snorted. “Barely.” The overhead speaker crackled again—no warning, no buildup. Just that voice. Calm. Gentle. Wrong. “You’re almost here,” Dr. Hale said. “The descent is… less stable than I’d hoped. I apologize for the mechanical inconsistencies.” Inconsistencies? Sienna gripped the rail tighter. “Dad, what is this? How are you alive?”

Every day, she wore heavy makeup at home, and as soon as night fell, she would go out clubbing with her good-for-nothing friends. When Jacob saw me arrive, he excitedly turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the moment of the lottery draw. Jacob held his lottery ticket and checked the numbers one by one, terrified of missing a single thing. When he realized the numbers didn't match, he froze in place. "How is this possible? How? I was sure it was today!" he mumbled. His face went white, and his lips trembled. After he returned to his senses, he yelled at Quinn, "This isn't right! This isn't the jackpot number! Quinn, what's going on?"

I turned away, my shoulders trembling as I tried to keep myself together. “I’m a bad person," I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. Something doesn't seem right, my vision has been blocked and I'm getting weaker. “I-I m-made a mistake. A terrible mistake. I almost hurt all of you... and I don’t know how to make it right." The kids were silent for a moment, and I braced myself for their rejection, for them to run away in fear. I need to figure all these out before I can bring them closer to me.

An hour later, I pulled over to my driveway and went straight to bed but I couldn’t sleep that night, trying to come up with a way to save Alicia. All the good memories came back and played over and over again that night—the memories that I was fighting so had to destroy but kept on failing. The good memories then disappeared, allowing that one bad memory that I had of Alicia to keep on playing. The only memory that always clouded the good memories that I had created with her, that one bad memory that made me hate her so much. The thought of the betrayal that I got from her made me so pissed and felt like whatever that she was going through was what she deserved for deceiving me. I had zero

"Some of us have actual work to do." "Right." I took a breath. "Three years ago, I made the worst mistake of my life. I stood in front of my pack and rejected my fated mate. Told her she wasn't good enough. That she was weak. That I couldn't tie myself to an omega who brought nothing but shame to the Alpha bloodline." The room went quiet. Elara's face showed shock. She hadn't expected this. Hadn't expected me to air our history publicly.

Chapter 8 Some people learn from their mistakes. Well, I am disappointed to tell you that some people… ain't me. At some point, it stopped being about making mistakes and became a personality trait. Like no matter how clear the situation was, I'd always make the wrong decision. Always choose the wrong person. But to be honest, that thought did not cross my mind as I sat in Anthony's car, the bar disappearing behind us in a blur of neon lights. I stared out the window, replaying everything that had happened today. If I ever let go of my pride and find my way back to my therapist, she would never let me live past the fact that I actually ruined my own wedding.

I quietly looked at him, my heart no longer hurting as much as I had imagined it would. “Luca,” I called softly. The child immediately looked up, as if grasping onto his last bit of hope. “When you grow up, you’ll understand that liking one person doesn’t mean you can use another person as a stepping stone. “You looked down on me for being injured, not being able to hold a gun steadily, or being the mother you wanted. Those things were real. “And your regret today is real, too. “But regret doesn’t take back words that have already been spoken.”