Everlasting Mistake Novels & Stories

What they must think of me, and even if it’s not true it’s going to scar me for the rest of my life. How did everything go so wrong? How did I go from having the perfect day of my dreams to a scene right out of a bridal nightmare? I can’t answer him, I can’t. So I dip my head and allow the shame to wash over me, falling around my shoulders like a shawl. His eyes go from timid anger to betrayed rage in a second and the next thing I see, his phone hits the ground and shatters into a million pieces. That earns us another round of gasps and tongue clicks.

Just a man standing in the ruins of his own choices. “I never stopped thinking about that day,” he said. “I see it every time I close my eyes. The look on your face.” “Good. You should remember it. Burn it into your soul.” “I made a mistake, Evelyn.” “No. A mistake is forgetting someone’s birthday. What you did was a choice. A betrayal.” He walked closer, stopping just a few feet behind her. “If I could undo it—” “You can’t. And even if you could, I wouldn’t want you to.”

It began with a mistake. But perhaps that was the most beautiful part of their story. Because sometimes, the wrong bed becomes the right place to rest. The wrong door becomes the path to the right person. And a simple mistake can become the beginning of a love that lasts a lifetime. Maeve thought that was the final page of their story. After the long ceremony, the laughter, the tears, the photographs, and the promises they had made to each other, she felt as though all the chaotic chapters of their past had finally been closed.

However, Rowan, unable to get out of bed, had begged him to take care of me while I was still unconscious. That was how he had gotten the scar on his hand. When I finally learned the truth, tears of regret streamed down my cheeks. All these years, I'd loved the wrong man. … A month later, Frank invited Preston and me over for dinner. The silence at the table was unbearable, like a storm waiting to break. Preston looked preoccupied. He barely touched his food as he kept sneaking glances at Frank, clearly trying to read his mood. "Here, Yolanda. Have some steak. You love this," Preston said as he placed a piece on my plate with feigned sweetness. It was evident that he was putting on a show fo

He had actually lost everything that was most important to him because of the madwoman. He was just about to speak when Lillian, as if recalling some buried memory, suddenly erupted into a piercing wail, thrashing wildly. "Help me, Daddy! Help me! Mommy is trying to kill me! Mommy wants to kill me!" Lillian's single outburst sent shockwaves through the ward. They had all assumed that the "Mommy" she cried out about was me, but that was no longer the case, as I was already dead. Those present turned to stare at Felicity, who, in a fit of fury, suddenly slapped Lillian across the face. "You insolent child! How dare you spout such nonsense!"

He looked like an old, tired man, his face etched with the weariness of eons. "Children," his voice wasn't loud, yet it vibrated in their DNA. "You are the most beautiful errors I have ever written. But an error, no matter how beautiful, must be corrected. You are consuming the energy meant for the next Cycle. I do not delete you out of malice, but out of necessity. The universe must breathe out, so it may breathe in again." "We aren't a breath, and we aren't a mistake!" Elara shouted toward the sky. "We are the Result! If you want your energy back, you’re going to have to take it from the cold, dead hands of every soul you tried to bury!"

She sobbed. "Is it too late?" Kington interjected her and asked calmly. "What do you mean, Kingston?" Eevonne asked. He shrugged. "Silly girl. You're not even thirty this year. You're still so young, so how could everything be too late? Everything that you said was just common mistakes that a young person would make. I told you that there are many people in this world who have made mistakes but don't even realize their own mistakes their whole lives. Therefore, they would never correct their mistakes their whole lives. For example…"

" She thought with irritation and hissed. Getting up, Michael flipped his phone open and soon the hard lines on his face melted as he talked exicitedly to the caller. When the call ended fifteen minutes later, he put the phone down on the bedside table and got on the bed with his back at her, his face hard again. Sophia touched his shoulder softly, " please can you face up?" He turned like an obedient child. "We had another misunderstanding..." She began. "Which you caused". "Iam sorry but I will do the same thing again under the same circumstances"

The spell was broken, and I could not explain what had happened and he looked confused too as he moved back. “I – I’m sorry I don’t why..We... I am, ” he looked flustered. “No, don’t be it’s all my fault,” I bit my lip looking down. “Don’t be sorry I should be sorry. I’m sorry for everything.” He moved back into my space looking at me before he did it again. He kissed me this time with force and urgency and I allowed him again. The fool me once fool me twice saying was not working because the kiss was a mixture of fear, confusion, and sympathy all wrapped in one.

Just like I promised, I shared Eric's and Steve money to all the ladies that destroyed their lifes. As for Scarlett, well.. she's currently thanking her stars she didn't fall for his trap. She asked Anna for forgiveness, and although they aren't close but Anna has forgiven her. The both of them are just cool, but definitely not friends. I smiled staring at the sky, in this life I and my family have all made mistakes. The slight bad mistakes, and the really bad ones. But I think the main thing here, is that we have all learnt from all our mistakes.