Her Sweetest Mistake Novels & Stories

The_real_prince_charming SWEETIE, I KNOW MANY GIRLS...DON'T BE JEALOUS. YOU ARE MY ONE AND ONLY. Chloe_awesome_scott -_- AND, DON'T CALL ME SWEETIE! The_real_prince_charming WHY SWEETIE? Chloe_awesome_scott -_- NO. I AM NOT LETTING YOU DISTRACT ME! The_real_prince_charming GEEZ, I AM SORRY THAT I AM SO AWESOME THAT YOU FIND IT DISTRACTING.

The world stopped moving. "Have you ever asked your mother to show you her pregnancy photos?" "No—yes, I did. But she said the apartment they were occupying then was affected by the flood, and she lost a lot of things. I'm sure the pictures were among them," Natasha explained. "That's not true. It's because she was never pregnant with you." She said flatly and took out a two-page document from the file and slid it towards Natasha. "Two decades ago, Mr. Smith and your dad had a little business misunderstanding that almost ended their friendship. But when Mr. Smith admitted his mistakes and heeded correction, everything seemed to settle. Until—" the woman paused and breathed deeply.

"Highschool. I loved her and I thought scribbling her name on my chest would prove just how much I loved her. Guess that's never enough huh? You have to meet the wrong people so that they'll direct you to the right people" He smooched her head once more. The jealousy was still there but every single flattering word from him made her heart beat, her smile wide, her toes curl with giddiness. "Since when did I become the right person?" She played along. "Ooh I don't know. The moment I found myself lusting over a crying bride in an elevator. And don't get me started on how crazy she looked with the smudged mascara but yet, she managed to capture my attention"

I said, voice soft but firm, “you’re taking the bed. I’ll be fine on the couch.” She didn’t argue further, though I could see the sadness in her eyes. It didn’t make sense to me how someone could hurt her. She was the sweetest person I knew, the only person who truly cared about me, about everything I went through. And yet, the world had never been kind to her. It wasn’t fair.

She said, "Or, it is not a he?" "A she, actually. Her name is Alistair Montgomery. She sings the Opera actually, and she's Vinian! Oh, and she is marvelous." "You like her?" "I am besotted, yes." Sweet had not known whether stopping him or encouraging him was the right thing to do, but she let him do as he wanted. But that had been so many years ago, because it was during that period, that she had left the Vale's. Sweet opened her eyes as the lights in the hospital began to flicker, the other doctor's staring at each other in confusion as it happened.

He quietly tip-toed out of the room because he was still confused and couldn’t come up with an explanation as to why he was in her room at that time of the morning dressed in the clothes from the previous day. As he successfully stepped out of the room, he came face to face with Marcus; his best friend and manager. “seems like someone had a goooood night” Marcus commented Sweet rolled his eyes and walked passed him in an attempt to avoid any questions from Marcus, because’ he knew Marcus was going to shoot at him a thousand and one questions about what he just saw. “Yo man, did I miss anything?” Marcus questioned Sweet gave him a side glare “Can you help me order for a coffee and get it deli

“I’m so sorry, Sweetness. I forgot myself.” “What happened, you looked lost, I kept screaming your name but you didn’t seem to hear me… Was the sex bad?” She said as she wiped off her tears and moved away from me. “No, Sweetness, The sex was awesome. I’m so sorry for hurting you… again.” I sighed and got off the bed.

Ya, well, what the fuck are you sorry for, but not really sorry for? I take a deep breath, composing myself so that I do not tear the damn thing to pieces before I have not even read it properly, only to make a sight for four words that I never thought I would leave to see Trinity say. “It was a mistake.” A FUCKING WHAT? Did she just call me a fucking mistake? The man that confesses his love to her over and over, she calls him a fucking mistake? She walks into my house and calls me a fucking mistake. If she was looking for a mistake, there are many other places she could have gone looking for it but here.

Her fingernails dig deep into my back, the mix of pain and pleasure bursting behind my eyes. Madison’s fingers tighten against my shoulders, holding on like she’s afraid the moment might vanish if she lets go. I feel it too. That strange pull, deeper than desire, deeper than the reckless mistake we both know this is. Her pussy clenches around my cock and everything detonates around me. Lighting surges through my veins as I spill into her, filling her up with my cum. Madison collapses against the desk, sending papers sliding everywhere. Her mascara is smudged, her breathing uneven but somehow she still looks like an angel.

Call It What You Want - Taylor Swift (my fav song) 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 If in the past, the thing I hated the most was is wait. Now replaced the thing I hate the most is: when my husband sulks. Because Gerald sulked at something, and more unlucky, sulking is his new hobby now.