Miles Morales I Made A Mistake Novels & Stories

Beside her, Mía Castell and Zoe Medina were sharing a mate that had gone weak a long time ago, because none of them was actually paying attention to what they were drinking. Milagros took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice from breaking. “I didn’t do it for him,” she said at last. “I did it because it was the right thing to do. I was wrong… and I had to fix it.” Zoe watched her with that mix of tenderness and mischief that was so completely hers. “Of course, Mili. The right thing. And also because you were smoking with jealousy.” “I was not jealous!” Milagros shouted, far too quickly.

The man to whom I gave 19 years of my life to just to be rewarded with rats and smelly water soaking up my mother’s wedding dress. Alpha Dominic Hale. My eyes falter as the light catches those intense eyes, the way his facial bone structure all comes together when he's angry. Making him twice as handsome and ten times as terrifying. I take a step back from the bars. “You’re here?” “I take it, you weren’t expecting me at all.” I blink. “Well, after how you acted this morning I assumed you’d never want to see me again-” “I didn’t.” Silence passes over both of us.

People had done worse for far less than he had to offer, for less than the mother of his child would stand to gain. “I don’t know why the mistake happened, I only know that it did,” Michaela stated, her pretty white teeth gritted. “But don’t flatter yourself by thinking I would go to such trouble to tie myself to you just to get money. In fact, don’t flatter yourself by assuming I have any idea who you are.” He barked out a laugh. “It’s hardly flattery to assume that a woman who is presumably well-informed and well educated would know who I was. Unless of course, you’re neither of those things.”

We've grown out of our adolescence phase, now people might see that and think we are involved. "No" James finally answered, "I made sure that they stayed in their seats." I gave him a small smile and looked away. "Yet again, I did fall asleep for most of the ride. Someone could have slipped by." I began to panic, mentally praying that the annoying girl from earlier didn't happen to walk by, or I would get an ear-full tomorrow. "I'm kidding Adria" James said, while he placed a few strands of hair behind my ear. "Its dark, so even if they did happen to walk by, they couldn't have seen anything." I think he noticed the panic and embarrassment that my face displayed.

His voice was low, calm – but the authority in it made me swirl instantly, despite my fear. He stood only a few feet away, the dark fabric ruined by my clumsy mistake. His eyes swept over me, and I felt stripped bare beneath his gaze. “Do you always make this kind of first impression,” he said, “or am I just special?” “I – I’m so sorry, Señor Morales – “ “Santiago,” he corrected softly, Spanish accent curling around every syllable. “If you’re going to ruin a man’s jacket, the least you can do is use his first name.”

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

Every day, she wore heavy makeup at home, and as soon as night fell, she would go out clubbing with her good-for-nothing friends. When Jacob saw me arrive, he excitedly turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the moment of the lottery draw. Jacob held his lottery ticket and checked the numbers one by one, terrified of missing a single thing. When he realized the numbers didn't match, he froze in place. "How is this possible? How? I was sure it was today!" he mumbled. His face went white, and his lips trembled. After he returned to his senses, he yelled at Quinn, "This isn't right! This isn't the jackpot number! Quinn, what's going on?"

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.

He seemed annoyed at the thought of his father, to the extent that he suddenly slammed on the brakes and almost hit the two of them, especially Elise. “Hey! What are you doing? Have you –” the woman’s words stopped when suddenly Brian pulled her and bit her lips, making her scream. Elise tried her best to fight back, but Brian, who was angry, couldn’t fight her. However, when the man felt the tears of despair of the woman he was courting, guilt slowly set in. He slowly released her and rubbed her face roughly. “Sorry I did not mean to-“ “Am I that insulting to you just because of my mistake that night?” asked Elise, without even daring to look at Brian.