Cerita Tak Sengaja Novels & Stories

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

They push Ava to me and I did a wrong thing that I was going to regret forever. I cheated on her! but it was a accident. A stupid accident. I was totally drunk and when I saw Ava, I saw her, I saw Bettina. And that's where I made a mistake. I woke up lying on the bed with Ava completely naked. I talked her to forget about what happen and this was a honest mistake. But Ava is not a easy person I underestimate her. She posted our picture and tag it to me so Bettina will saw it. I never had any romantic relationships with her and she knew that I was being kind to her. But she misunderstood it and thought I like her too..

I greeted “Hi” he responded back “So I was kind of hoping you won't wake up so I could just sneak out and avoid this moment” “Yeah” he just muttered quietly chuckling lightly “So last night was good and thanks for that. actually been having a shitty couple of days. And no I didn't purposely get into your room it was a mistake, I was a bit drunk” “Yeah, I liked it too and…” I Interrupted “And if you would excuse me I will take my leave no” I said picking up my bag and walking to the door

I asked as I struggled with it "I loaded all my notebook since it will all be at home till you finish it all" he said and casually walked before me "You could have just taken it one at a time, why do you always cause me pain" I cried, not showing him the tears "Remember cupcake, your misery is my amusement"

​How did everything suddenly turn into this nightmare of brutal, impossible choices? ​No one warned her that her life would one day take such a terrifying and unexpected turn. If only she hadn't listened to Whitney and acted so recklessly, the thought screamed in her mind. Maybe, just maybe, she would never have gotten dragged into something she didn't even understand. None of this would have happened.

It unfortunate. The store is surprisely full of people this morning, she have to try to avoid them, she does not know what the crowd are so excited about and she doesn't care, it reminds her of her mistake and she does not want it to be repeated again. Instead of taking the front door, she pass through the back door which is met for emergency exit but is mostly open all the time.

Adam cross his arms "ya i'm not buying it." "I'm telling you the truth," I looked at Adria who's still sleeping. "She woke up, felt uncomfortable being next to Nathen so I offered her a seat next to me. We talked for a bit, but nothing else happened. I honestly don't know how I ended up laying on her. I must have slid. Besides we are in a bus full of people "I lift my hand and pointed to the back of the bus. "Well thats boring. I was expecting something more juicy" Adam says under his breath.

He urged me to make space for him, and I shifted, leaning against the old couch. A moment later, Gabriel was nested beside me, offering me one of the mugs I accepted gladly. A few sips of steaming black liquid to clear my thoughts were all I allowed myself before I spoke. “I’m sorry, Gabe.” I was. “This is all my fault. Again.” It was. “I can’t seem to stop messing things up.” It was the truth. No matter how pure my intentions were, whenever I helped somebody or tried to protect the people I cared about, something went wrong, and someone was hurt. “I was so stupid to believe her.”

Everywhere she looked, she was reminded of Frank—the photos on the walls, the gifts he had given her, the plans they had made. “I need to get out of here,” she muttered to herself, standing up. She began packing a suitcase with no clear destination in mind. All she knew was that she needed to be far away from the chaos, from the wedding that would never happen, and from the people who had shattered her trust. As she packed, her mind raced with questions about the pregnancy. How was it even possible? Could the hospital have made a mistake? And if not, then what? She shoved her clothes into the suitcase, frustration bubbling inside her. Just as she zipped it up, there was a loud knock at the d