Mistaken Novels & Stories

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.

Then her words came, each one heavier than the last. “There’s been a mistake,” she said carefully. “The sperm used for your artificial insemination… it was mixed up.”

“We should make her believe she’s more successful at gathering information than she actually is, which will probably make her overconfident.” “Exactly,” I agreed. “Overconfident people tend to make mistakes. They push too hard, act on incomplete information, and assume they understand things better than they do.” “And when she makes mistakes, we can take advantage of them,” Luna added with a determined smile. “I like this plan.”

“More truth.” “Truth?” I laughed once, brittle. “You lied to me.” “I told you the truth,” he said. “Just later than I should have.” “Later than you should is a lie,” I whispered. His jaw flexed, then softened. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” The word landed in me like rain on fire. I blinked. Lucian never said that to me. “You’re… what?” “Sorry,” he said again. His gaze didn’t waver. “I say it when I mean it.”

“What’s going on?” “First of all, that baby isn’t mine–” Adara didn’t give me time to say anything else. “What do you mean that baby isn’t yours?” she asked me. “If that baby was mine, Mom, Kari would be 34-weeks pregnant, not 32,” I said to her. “Okay, you do realize that due dates can differ up to three weeks. Doctors are just human, they make mistakes, Kai,” Adara said, gently. “Then how else do you explain what’s wrong with the baby if it is mine?” I asked her.

When he finally came, he groaned my name and collapsed beside me, breath ragged. I lay trembling, heart pounding as he pulled away, face tight with something I couldn’t read. “This was a mistake,” he whispered, voice rough. He stood up, picked up his clothes, sliding them on in a rush and walking out the door. As I lay there the most confused I've been. What the hell just happened?

Then he let out a loud sigh. "It was a mistake." I looked at him. simply looked. Because it seemed that he had finally gone insane. "A mistake?" I asked again. "Yes." "A mistake is forgetting your keys." His expression grew dark. "Making coffee with salt instead of sugar is a mistake." Darian turned away his look. It seemed as though he was trying not to smile. I pointed straight to Taryn. "Sleeping with your assistant is not a mistake.” One of the council members cleared his throat clumsily for the first time since arriving.

“As it should be.” Neither man realized that they were standing on opposite sides of the same misunderstanding. William believed Raymond was confirming the match with Sarah Kensington. Raymond believed William was speaking about Marilyn. Both were satisfied. Both were certain. And neither suspected the disaster quietly building beneath their feet.

‎ ‎"I know I hurt you." ‎ ‎"Yes." ‎ ‎"I know what I did was wrong." ‎ ‎"Yes." ‎ ‎"I've been thinking about everything." ‎ ‎I folded my arms. ‎ ‎"And?" ‎ ‎"I made a terrible mistake." ‎ ‎There it was again. ‎ ‎A mistake. ‎ ‎I looked away. ‎ ‎I didn't know why that word bothered me so much. ‎ ‎Maybe because mistakes sounded accidental. ‎ ‎Like spilling coffee. ‎

, she shrugs. Just like that a rumor erupted the halls of the high school. The literal image that had gone out featured basketball player Jack Thompson kneeling before a mystery student, seemingly wiping something off his pants. Jack could have bumped into the guy and spilled something on accident, or he could have been admiring the guy's pants... there is a myriad of possibilities. Let a random student tell the story, and suddenly Jack was gay. He had been flirting with some guy when he should have been with his girlfriend, Kara Vox (although she referred to herself as Mrs. Thompson in secret). Of course people believed the most scandalous theories rather than the most practical. Kara had o