Mistakes Were Made But Not By Me Novels & Stories

Aimee gave herself the pep talk to calm her down. She had worked relentless and so hard for years to be where she was today, and she would not allow a tiny mistake, or an small argument gone south to ruin things for her. A lot of people did get their hands dirty every once in a while, especially people who were ambitious and desperate, so it wasn’t really a big deal as long as you never got caught. “It was a mistake and an unintentional act; there is nothing to feel bad about. It was a silly mistake and it wasn’t your fault, so you didn’t do anything wrong,” Aimee added.

Olivia grumbled inwardly. Well, anyone can make a mistake. But this one was unforgivable.

She must have felt worse, because we were mates at that time. Goddess….why didn’t you stop me? Why did you allow me to betray our bond mate? Can’t you make a miracle? Can’t you give me back my past life? . . Mistakes are costly and somebody must pay. The time to correct a mistake is before it is made. The causes of mistakes are, first, I didn't know; second, I didn't think; third, I didn't care. If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner. (Henry H. Buckley)

Was my mistake so grave or was it just because it was me? --To be continued…

I explained him quietly and slowly. I wasn’t going to pour scorn on him. I was an understanding person. All of us make mistakes, because we are only humans. While we are adolescents we have every right to act erroneously because only then we can call ourselves mature and grown up. However it’s important to make amends. He nodded and said: “You are right! I will tell others too about it, but not now. I promise you, that I will stay strong and deal with my problems. But you know, when I remember them all I want to do is get lost somewhere!”

“Then why didn’t you?” “I was afraid.” She looked surprised. “Big people get scared?” I laughed quietly. “Sometimes we’re the most scared.” She thought about that. “Were you scared of me?” “No.” “Then what?” “I was scared that you wouldn’t like me.” She smiled. “I like you.” My eyes burned. “I know now.” She looked at me for another moment. “You made mistakes?” “I did.” “Mommy says everybody makes mistakes.” I looked at Sienna. She smiled softly. “I do say that.”

it all led to one address. And at that address, someone stopped breathing. My hand slowly moved to the edge of the table. Cold. Like the server room last night. I remembered how I said, "He ate it." With a satisfied tone. Professional. Effective. Effective—that word now feels dirty. I closed one file, then opened it again without realizing it. I pressed the same shortcut twice. A small mistake. Not fatal. But that's not me. Usually, I don't make mistakes like that. Usually, I don't hesitate.

My stomach dropped immediately afterward. Because it wasn't true anymore. Aria wasn't mine, hadn't been for a long time. Maybe she never truly had been. Yet the thought refused to leave. The meeting room door closed behind them. They disappeared from sight. And for the first time since everything had fallen apart, I admitted the truth to myself. I had made a mistake…a massive one. The kind that couldn't be fixed with apologies, flowers or promises. The kind that stayed with you forever. Unfortunately, acceptance never came.

But they had made one fatal mistake. They had forgotten I do not stay broken for long.

The silence pressed in. “I’ve made mistakes,” I said. The words felt small compared to the weight behind them. “Emotional mistakes. Mistakes in timing. In judgment. Before you—before us—there were moments I didn’t handle right. I hurt people. I left things unresolved. I walked away without finishing conversations I should’ve stayed for.” Her lips parted slightly. The muscles in her jaw flexed.