Mistaken Match Novels & Stories

"Mouris and Clarry." "Why!!!" I cried dramatically and Mouris laughed. "Dante and Bessy..oh wait that's me." "Can I switch?" Dante asked and Bessy glared at him.. "Oh..it's the last two papers and you too are the only ones remaining." Bessy said pointing to Kim and I. I didn't understand at first but when my head processed everything... "What?!" We both screamed. "No...no no no and no. There is no way I'm gonna be paired with her." I said and Kim scoffed

Whatever did they mean by 'a mistake'? The woman looked away, regret deep in her chocolate-brown irises. "There was a mix-up at the lab. The two samples were put in the wrong compartments. A disastrous error on the part of the interns." "Please, what are you saying?" Kiersey was pretty close to tears with the horror building up inside her. She felt fit to erupt and explode with compressed worry at the news to come. She could feel, already, what was about to be said. "What we're trying to say," an Asian woman spoke up, "is that you were given the wrong sperm. The baby is not Mr Lips's."

He also knew everything about her, showing how obsessed he was with her ‘being’ and to say she didn’t like it–well… So now that she was staring at Aleksandr, who was frozen in place with a bizarre expression on his face, made her heart drop to the pits of her stomach. She grabbed the paper from his hand and quickly skimmed through it, reading: There is no match between Sample A and Sample B. There is a 51% match between Sample B and Sample C. There is a 99.9% match between Sample B and Sample D. There is a 99.9% match between Sample C and Sample D. Her hands dropped to her sides as she stared at Aleksandr’s face, which became a void. ‘It’s true. I’m not my mother’s daughter.’

* Liam was terrible at beer pong. Not just bad, but terrible. He missed almost every throw, and each time, he grumbled under his breath as he downed another cup of cheap beer. By the end of the game, I’d had maybe one, and he was six drinks in, slouched over the table and squinting at the last cup like it personally offended him. “Want to go another round?” I teased. He pointed a shaky finger at me. “You... cheated.” I smirked. “I don’t cheat. I think you just suck.”

"I'm getting several notifications of us being perfectly matched. Can you explain this?" Cameron completely forgot Krista would be getting those notifications as well because the app sends her new matches based on their profiles. So, every time Cameron gets notified that Krista is his perfect match, she also gets him as her perfect match. "I'm sorry, I was trying to see if I could change something in the profile to get a different top-rated perfect match," said Cameron. "But no matter what I do, you keep showing up." "Ugh, this sucks," she said. "I was planning to do the same thing, but if you can't do it, I guess it won't work for me either."

Frequent mistakes in a match not only undermined all the efforts put into the regular season but also disappointed teammates who were fighting side by side with them. It was similar to Simon's situation in the last round. He had made a mistake at a critical moment that even a rookie wouldn't make. It was shocking. Rebecca wasn't intentionally tuning in to the sounds around her, yet she could hear all the skeptical voices. It wasn't difficult to envision the contents of her phone messages at that moment. Fortunately, it was only the first round, and even the final outcome of the first round hadn't been determined. If they could seize the opportunity in the second half, it was possible to even

he took a step closer to me. "They are very intentional about these things. Yet, mistakes have been made. People have mistakenly marked the wrong people. However, it doesn't make things easier. Somehow, the mark and connection are supposed to fade after a short period of time and if it doesn't, it can be undone when the real mate is found, but since you argue that you can never have a mate and we know how unlikely it is for her to find hers, especially after what she has gone through in Crimson, you have your work cut out for you." "Fuck," Liam groaned, "What do I do? What the hell have I gotten myself into?"

Mike was stunned and asked, “Aren’t you the student who performed the dance in the red dress during the preliminary exam?” Hearing that Renea understood what was happening. It seemed like it wasn’t a case of mistaken identity but a mix-up. Just at that moment, Mike’s phone rang. As he answered, Richard’s furious voice came from the other end of the phone, “Mike, what kind of work are you doing? How could you mistake someone for another person?” Now, Mike was even more certain that he had made a mistake. “Without my desired effect, do you think the concert can still go on? Figure out a way to deal with this.” Richard said angrily.

he scolded himself for even considering the thought that maybe Veronica had forged the result. He heard the kids laughing outside. He stared at the door. “Could it be possible that the doctor made a mistake?” Arzhel mumbled. He was considering the fact that maybe there had been an error or misunderstanding in the initial DNA results, just like how there had been a misunderstanding in his infertility result. He bit his lip. He was thinking. Seconds later, he shook his head. “No, impossible,” he said and looked at his phone again, staring at the same news he was reading.

He looks at the cuttings. You are hurting, he tells them, not through the crown, through whatever old wire in him still knows iron. The cuttings shiver. One drops a leaf. The leaf hits the iron wire and turns black. The man frowns. “That’s a calibration issue.” “No,” Eli says. “That’s consent.” Lyana unrolls the bark ledger on the concrete floor. The glowing yeses light up the warehouse. She reads them, loud, one by one, while the lab man stares.