Miles Morales I Made A Mistake Novels & Stories

“You will. Just… pay attention. One step at a time.” Later, as I was printing the final batch of documents, I realized I’d misfiled the wrong set of charts. Panic hit instantly. My pulse raced. I could hear Ivy’s voice in my head: Mistakes are costly. Especially when people are watching. I grabbed the charts and ran toward Reign’s office. He was on a call but motioned me inside when he saw the panic on my face. “I… I messed up,” I said, barely able to get the words out.

Her dull eyes suddenly lit up, and she stumbled toward me. "Josiah... is that you?" Her voice was hoarse and rough, laced with uncertainty. She stopped before me, then dropped to her knees with a thud. Tears began streaming down her face. "Josiah, I was wrong! I was so wrong! I shouldn't have betrayed you, shouldn't have given that money to Carlson, and shouldn't have treated you and Mom that way... Can you ever forgive me?"

POV: Evelyn I should’ve gone home after the whole thing with Nina but stead, I’m sitting in my car outside Nina’s apartment building twenty minutes later questioning every life decision that led me here. This is exactly how horror movies start. One emotional conversation and suddenly you’re voluntarily walking into another bad situation because apparently trauma removed your survival instincts completely. My phone buzzes again in the cupholder. Malachi. I answer immediately. “What.” “You sound emotionally unstable.” “I am emotionally unstable.”

Real leadership was admitting mistakes and doing better. The notes from week two had made me cry. Dr. Reeves had asked Kai to describe the moment he rejected me. To walk through every thought. Every feeling. Every rationalization. He'd been brutally honest about his cowardice. About choosing image over integrity. About being so terrified of looking weak that he'd destroyed the most important relationship in his life.

Someone who knew the truth. Her stomach twisted. She wasn’t even supposed to be there. She wasn’t supposed to meet anyone. She wasn’t supposed to be in that path. Everything, her coma, her missing years, hee life now, wasn’t fate at all. It was a mistake. A terrible, deadly mistake. Her breath hitched sharply. “I lost everything because of a mistake that sent me to the wrong place… because someone else thought I was her.” Before she could completely break down, a warm, steady hand touched her arm. Another slid gently across her waist. Asher.

Angeli was Hubert's best friend, and I had to get along with her for Hubert’s sake. “I can’t do anything about it now. It’s already happened,” I whispered. “Your family really did you wrong. Imagine, they kicked you out without considering that it’s not all your fault.” “It’s still my fault. I could have said no, walked away, not gone through with the one-night stand, but what did I do?” I really regret not fighting the temptation. I’m not drugged or drunk. I’m sober, yet I made a massive mistake. “Why though? Was the escort that good-looking that you couldn’t say no?” I sighed. That’s not the case.

Gerald replies, glaring at the girl before looking at his son. "You can go now, father," Milo growled, excusing his father. As his father walked towards the exit, Milo turned towards the girl, "What's your name, beautiful?" He asked, trying his hardest not to walk over to her. "Ericka. Ericka Christofferson. From the New Moon pack." The she-wolf replied timidly, staring down at the ground. "Ericka," Milo purred. "It seems like you've caused quiet the commotion today."

I scoff after he said that. "I don't think I'm going to make another mistake after you make me realize how important for me to choose my partner wisely. I think the biggest mistake I've ever made is with you and give all my heart for you. I was so stupid back there." I said it all out. I am really mad at him and this scars really deep in my heart and I don't think it will recover just like that.

the man added and then threw his head back in laughter. My brows raise in surprise. They can’t possibly know who they were meant to capture right? To be standing in front of him and he still had no idea, it simply meant that he had no idea who I was. What was going on here? “Are you sure you have the right men?” I asked Miles using our own mind link. “The ones at the back were long captured, he probably had no idea that the mission failed,” Miles replied, his expression showing that he was just as confused as I was.

Unlocking my phone, I type a message to Miles. I’m sorry. It’s over.