Mistake Lover Novels & Stories

She went back home dejected and broken with no one to console her or even advise her on what to do. After brooding over the issue for three days more, she finally came to the conclusion that she has to choose between her life and the baby. She has a bright future in front of her and she will not allow the presence of the baby to hinder her life. She acknowledged her mistake, let the fact that her mother has left her sink and concluded that life goes on.

My husband hated me so much, he couldn't even come close to me as Victor never stopped making me feel like a two-timer in his presence. I looked around with my sunglasses in a verge of tears. In front of me was two lovers blushing and chatting with themselves. Love could be an interesting feeling at the beginning. Just a slight unexpected mistake could make it sour. At the end, you started correcting your mistakes, whereas it became too late.

She seemed to have gone numb to him. “I want you to reconsider, yesterday I made a mistake and I don't know why I did it. Lyn, that woman, is indeed an easy woman who likes to seduce any man she wants. Somehow that night I was the target, I don't know why I couldn't refuse. Maybe it's because I'm a little drunk or maybe it's something else. I don't know, Laurel, I'm sure I never intended to betray you. I love you. I hope you understand that it was just a mistake and I won't do it again.”

“But I want a contract. Something official.” Mistake laughed again. “I’m a creature of my words,” she said, shaking her head. “There is no paper. There is only action. Kill Liam with the lack of making mistakes, and I will make Marcus fall in love with you. That is the deal. It will never change.” I took a deep breath. My chest tightened. My hands trembled with excitement. “Okay,” I whispered. “I’m in.” She stepped forward and placed her cold hand on my forehead. The second her fingers touched my skin, I felt something leave me. A weight. A fog. A confusion that had always clouded my thinking.

He went dead silent. I laughed harder. “And guess what? He’s now my lover.” “Y-You what?” “And honestly?” I tilted my head, eyes fixed on my reflection in the rearview mirror. “It was the best mistake I’ve ever made. You should try it sometime. Actually, never mind. You already have.” “Grace—” he started, voice cracking.

Those words were enough for Tristan to fall into Isabella's trap, inside his delirium, and the need to have his cock inside her and to feel her hot pussy, to make love to Larissa in that instant, made him imagine that the woman he had in his arms was her. Tristan grabbed Isabella and twisted her around, making her end up underneath him, without wasting any more time with his knee, he spread Isabella's legs, and with his hand he took his hard cock and directed it towards her entrance, feeling it very wet and without any more hesitation he started to penetrate her. Again and again, passionately, he imagined he was holding the woman he loved in his arms and making love to his beloved girlfriend

Lie… A small voice says inside of me, not from my mind though, but from my heart… I want him to tell me he didn’t hurt me, that this was all a big misunderstanding, and that what we had in those pictures and messages was as true as I felt it to be, I want to think that I was, and still am, loved. Not that I could be blamed, for who in the hell wants to think that they have been violated by their lover? Lover?! is that what he was? is that what we were to each other? Lovers?

he said softly, “we’ll face everything together, always. No mistakes, no regrets—just us.” Elara smiled, tears of relief and joy brimming in her eyes. “Always us.” The mansion no longer felt heavy or threatening. Outside, the city bustled on, unaware of the storms that had passed inside its walls. But within, love had triumphed—proving that even in a life that began with a mistake, a true union could be found. As they walked hand in hand through the garden, the morning sun glinting off the fountain, Elara finally believed it: the marriage that had started as an error had become her greatest blessing.

He paused, frustration flickering across his face, then desperation. “I messed up,” he whispered. “But I love you. You know that, right? I’ve always loved you.” I stared into his eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Did you ever truly love me at all? In our three years of marriage, tell me?” What hurt most was his silence. It spoke volumes—louder than the thunder outside. Victor’s expression crumpled as he reached out again, this time grabbing my wrist with a trembling grip. “Please, Alisa. Don’t leave me. It was a mistake. I didn’t even know she was pregnant. We just did it once, okay?”

I whispered in disbelief. “It was a mistake.” I laughed bitterly through my tears. “A mistake?” “Yes.” “No.” I shook my head violently. “A mistake is accidentally putting salt instead of sugar into tea. A mistake is forgetting the flowers at the ceremony because you were nervous. A mistake is saying the wrong thing during an argument and regretting it afterward.” My chest tightened painfully as I stared at him. “But this?” My voice cracked. “This wasn’t a mistake, Roth. You didn’t accidentally fall into bed with her.”