Her Sweetest Mistake Novels & Stories

I don't know if I should be amused at her confidence, or be annoyed at the fact that she thinks she knows me that well. "I do not love you. That's where you're wrong. " I correct her, but she shakes her head stubbornly. She parts her lips to protest, but I stop her before she can speak. "That kiss was a mistake. It should have never happened. " "That's the best part about the things we call mistakes. " She laughs. "We do want them to happen because we crave them, but we are cautious of the consequences. It was a sweet mistake, Vincent. One you wanted so fucking bad. "

Call me selfish but I want Sweety as my daughter only. *

I heard him say, “we will do it in the condo.” I nodded at him before leaving the office. I am not sure if this will be something that I should be proud of. The truth is, I do not care. If this is a mistake, this will be my most beautiful mistake. Loving him was my GREATEST but my BEST mistake.

I knew I was going a bit crazy. Why did I need to ask him such details? I should detach myself from him if I wanted to accept this gift from Angeli or my siblings. Yes, I think this is a gift. Sleeping with this man is a present I wouldn’t return. He smiled again. My heart went crazy as he smiled like that. I knew it was wrong, but how could I control my own feelings? “I'm Tristan Luchavez. I thought you knew me, or is this part of the show? If it is, then it's working. I didn't know you were this beautiful. I always decline such invites, and now I kind of regret it.”

he asked coldly. Tears burned in my eyes as I struggled to steady my breathing. “Because you’re about to make the biggest mistake of your life,” I whispered. For a moment, Alan stared at me silently. Then suddenly, he laughed. Not a warm laugh. Not a happy laugh. It was cruel. Mocking. Painful. “The biggest mistake of my life?” he repeated with amusement. “If you really want the truth, Audrey, then listen carefully. The biggest mistake of my life was meeting you. Marrying someone like you was the worst decision I ever made.”

“You shouldn’t be hurting like this. Not here. Not with me.” The words sank deep. Even through the pain. Even through the haze. A soft pressure touched my forehead. A kiss. Not playful. Not teasing. Grounding. Possessive. “I’m really sorry…” Something dark flickered behind those words. Not just regret. Something heavier. Something that didn’t forgive. Not easily. And as I slipped deeper into sleep, One thought stayed with me. Faint. But clear enough to feel. Pexie didn’t just attack me. She made a mistake.

"Women are all the same, always falling into the romance trap." Reading the comments about the viewers teasing her, Giselle didn't get angry. Instead, she admitted, "I was indeed a hopeless romantic. No one is perfect, but I've learned from my mistakes. Now, I see through everything."

But the memory is too vivid — the taste of adrenaline and fear, the press of his mouth against mine, the way my heart betrayed me in that moment. So instead, I force out the only weapon I have left: distance. “It was a mistake.” His jaw tightens, but his eyes don’t leave mine. “Funny. Didn’t feel like one.” I grit my teeth. “You’re arrogant enough to think every girl wants you. Newsflash, Langston: some of us have bigger things to worry about than your ego.” Something flashes across his face — hurt? amusement? I can’t tell. But then his expression hardens.

I said as Sweet cut the sleeve of my shirt to clean my wounds. “A man? What do you expect your girl is likeable?” Reagan said and I threw a glare at him. “Don’t look at me like that, I say she is likeable but I didn’t say I like her and I would steal her from you.” He said and smirked. “but that bastard did.” I said. “He did say he will steal Peace for you?” Bitter asks. “Yeah.” I answered. “The audacity huh.” Sweet said, smirkingly shakes his head while I started cleaning my wound.