Love By Mistake Novels & Stories

Perhaps just love at first sight. That evening, she took permission from her mum and went to the hill. From afar, she saw that he was already waiting for her. She hurried up to join him, "I am sorry I am late". "It's Ok", he replied. He was silent for a few minutes, possibly looking for some words to initiate a conversation. "You are beautiful!" He blurted out. "Thanks. A lot of people said that", she replied. He smiled, looked at her, "you are smart too". "How did you know?" She asked. "I just guessed". She looked deep into him and said, "You are a werewolf". He was shocked, "how did you even know that? Are you a witch?".

"Love is priceless. It should never be exchanged for anything. And it should never be hidden behind self-deception, pretending not to face one’s own selfishness. "We should never control children. Never force them into a rigid framework that strips them of their natural vitality. "I hope all mothers will take me as a warning. Don't repeat my mistakes, and don't make excuses for favoritism. If you love, then love both together." After saying this, Mom entered a psychiatric hospital with a head full of white hair and a face worn by hardship.

“Please. Let’s not do this here. I’m sorry. Can we talk? Can we go back to how things were?” Greg rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “Are you serious right now?” he snapped. “After all this drama?” He looked between her and Austin, then scoffed. “Oh, I get it. So this guy’s your rebound now? Pathetic.” Lucy stepped forward, eyes pleading. “I’m not trying to rebound. I just… I don’t understand what I did wrong.” Greg laughed, loud and cruel. “You loved me. That was your mistake. You thought love was enough. But it’s not. Look at me now. I have everything. And I don’t need some tearful jollof girl dragging me down.”

My mind was in haze, and throat clot from all the crying. Slowly, going to dream land, I felt someone caressing my hair. Pleasurable tingles shot through my body, I sighed in content and went to dream land, but not before hearing… I’m Sorry love! ----------------------- Please vote, follow, comment and share. I'd appreciate it. Love Y'all's ❤️🤗

But that man really made Sira feel impossible to reach him. "Love is not a mistake. It's just that sometimes we can't put it in the right position," muttered Sira. Making Roy immediately look at Sira as if he wanted to know more about what Sira had just said.

"Please, love….I made a mistake…it won't happen again, so please…please come back to me…" I shoved his hand harshly, as he attempted to crawl its way to mine again. "I regret…loving you, Rupert. Loving you…was indeed a mistake…" *****

Samuel cast one last deep look at me before silently turning away. If love began with a mistake, then no matter how many times we tried to rewrite the story, it would only keep circling back down the wrong path. Instead of forcing it to work, it was better to go back and start over.

The activity continued until Michael finally reached his climax. "You're so beautiful; I love you so much," Michael said to the woman, before kissing her lips. Enough! Diana couldn't take it anymore! While wiping away her tears roughly, Diana slowly walked out of the room. But unfortunately, it didn't go smoothly because Diana accidentally hit the bedside table and knocked the vase off of it. The sound of breaking things filled the room and immediately caught the attention of the two people on the bed. Michael, who looked surprised to see Diana, immediately rushed out of bed and walked toward her.

Marcello caressed the soft hair along her earlobe, "How I've missed you my love. I missed this. I hate not haven had the chance to be with you, like this every day this past years." The held each other by their foreheads, clung together, "I am so sorry Jasmine," Marcello said, feeling the emotions of his words right down to his soul, " I am so sorry I left; that I couldn't be there for you my son; I wish I had known more about your condition. I swear I would've found a way for us to be together. I would've have protected you both from everything bad and evil."

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl