Mistaken Novels & Stories

Disappointed with himself that he has lost something so special to him. Fighting with himself he tries to remember when he had last seen it, but He can’t quite put his mind to it. It dawns on him that he talked to Vida’s father, Alpha Raymond, about it but did he still had it then, or did he still have it after? This is helpless when he can’t concentrate as so many things are trying to jump into his mind at once. *Knock Knock* a very faint knock on the door pulls Nero out of his thoughts and he is rather confused who would be knocking as it was clear to everyone, he should be asleep after being up all night.

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."

Gemila pouted her lips. “Sorry best but marriage isn't for me." Yasmine winked before standing up. “I think you should actually write a book on this. Don't just throw it away." Gemita suggested. “You think so? What would I call it?" Gemila asked. “Mistaken Identity." Yasmine replied with a smile. “Huh?" Gemila furrowed her brows. “You did say Harry sent his men to kill Romero and they ended up killing your sister instead of you right? Though no one actually died but still, they mistook Gemita to be you so that's the best title." Yasmine explained.

It felt like I had been watching the dance floor for hours, but glancing down at my watch, it had only been minutes. I kept gazing down, trying to spot Aurora Macafee, but all the she-wolves blended together. I couldn't deny the disappointment I felt when I didn't see her in the crowd. She must not have taken me seriously and decided to avoid the ball altogether. Or she just didn't care what I said, even though the Alpha's word was law. I think that's what caused me to feel the most intrigued about her, though; her rebellious side was intoxicating.

Miss Sarah asked and I shooky head. No one told me why we were here,all I was just given was looks of disbelief. "You are here because you hurt your mother ,you stabbed her and other behaviors". Miss Sarah explained. "Do you think stabbing your mother was wrong?". Sarah asked. "No I don't think it was wrong,mom always got in my way". I replied boldy and mom gasped. Was my reply wrong? I thought I was told the truth ? Is lying what I should do? I just didn't know, I was too long then to comprehend what was happening.

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.

"A mistake? You call ruining my life a mistake?" “You are the mistake ,you hear that David ,you are the biggest mistake of my entire life “ “i blame myself for being so fucking blinded before that I couldn't see it before but now I do and I feel like a complete idiot” “I can't believe I wasted so much time on it and a relationship that has been defined to fail from the beginning “ “I lost four years of my life on a piece of hit like you , I would have tether been in a can or a freaking wheel chair “

The words seemed to fall like a question mark, while waiting for an answer. His mask of confidence fluttered; his face slipping open onto a glimpse of uncertainty underneath. "D-dude, I'm so sorry," he stammered, the words skipping from his tongue like a scratched record, hesitant and unsure. "I must have mistaken you for someone else," he finished saying, the sentence trailing off almost at a sigh over the acknowledgment of his mistake.

That's what it was, A MISTAKE, a huge misunderstanding, and a cruel joke from the goddess, no doubt about that. I sighed deeply, trying to steady my breath which was rising fast. "This is a misunderstanding," I stated firmly, and walked away leaving the man on his knees.

The invitation card slipped from my folder and softly landed on the dining table. I noticed it for just a moment. Then my phone buzzed. It was Mira, asking about seam measurements. I replied, then headed for a shower. After changing into pajamas, I flopped onto the bed, falling asleep nearly instantly. The card remained on the table, waiting. Later that night, the door would creak open. Footsteps would echo across the marble floor. Someone would spot the cream-colored envelope with gold lettering, and a misunderstanding would quietly set in motion.