Mistaken Novels & Stories

He spurted out. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Did I see something wrong? Was he really asking me if I saw something wrong? Wasn't the question supposed to be, Did he do something wrong? Gosh! He didn't even see anything wrong in what he did. He thought it was okay. If we think about it well, it was actually okay. He made no mistake since there was nothing between us but... I couldn't just stop myself from getting annoyed. I felt cheated and jilted.

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

Reyna scrolled through her contact list and after a while, the phone rested against her right ear. “What the fuck man? What you gave to me didn’t work. How could you cheat me like that?” She snapped. “About that..” The man hesitated to speak. Reyna’s brows creased. “Speak!” “You picked the wrong item on the table. An innocent person lost their life because of this mistake after they consumed the arsenic that you were supposed to take.” Confusion settled in immediately before Reyna shut her eyes in disbelief. “What?” “What you picked wasn't the arsenic. You picked a harmless sedative—”

there's a mistake between the chap083&084. sorry for the confusion.

A person could have literally believed a mistake was made and a machine wiring gone wrong, but chose to believe someone was behind it. “Perhaps you’re not pregnant, we’ll carry out the test and if you’re not. That means our machine might be faulty and will be instantly replaced, if you turns out right then I apologize in advance for the confusion caused by me.” After a long silence, he had finally thought of what to say, verbalizing his thought immediately.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

“It’s… it was my fault! A terrible, awful mistake that I regret every single day! And Pauline… I feel so terrible about Pauline. It wasn’t intentional, it just… happened. And I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell her, and how to make it right.” “A mistake?” he scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. “Sage, a mistake is forgetting to turn off the lights. A mistake is saying the wrong thing at a party. This… this is a profound betrayal. A fundamental violation of trust. How could you do that to Pauline? How could you do that to Andrew? And how could you sit there and pretend with me, knowing what you were doing?”

he threw his hand into the air and turned away angrily. Tamara paused as the word repeated in her head, ‘ Mistook.’ “ What if that's it?” she uttered, “ That's what?” he turned back to her, “ She mistook her own panties for someone else's and thought you were cheating on her. Though, this is very unlikely,” she said folding her arms and taking a finger to her lips, thinking so hard. “ Let's find out,” she suddenly said after a long pause. “ Find out what?” “ If she was mistaken,” she said.

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

"Whoever she is, she's not what I expected." "No," I said. "She isn't." I picked up my training wrap and started winding it around my knuckles. The familiar motion helped me think. Someone had sent the wrong woman to this treaty marriage. The Holt Pack either didn't know — which was possible — or they did know and chose to say nothing, which was something else entirely. Either way, my pack elders couldn't find out until I understood the full picture. If this became a political issue before I had answers, it would destabilize the alliance and give the Varen Pack exactly the opening they'd been looking for.