Mistakes Were Made But Not By Me Novels & Stories

By the time I finished, my glass was empty, and Gertrude was refilling it without a word. “I messed up,” I said, staring down at my lap. “I’m a terrible Luna. I’ve made so many mistakes—yelling at Olivia at the resort, badmouthing Elijah to Gertrude in public at the fashion show afterparty, and now this. How can anyone respect me after all of that?” Gertrude snorted, setting down the wine bottle with a thud. “Agnes, you’re being too hard on yourself. Everyone makes mistakes. The difference is, most people don’t have their failures broadcast to the entire world.”

Leave your car in the lot and come with me. " No." " Are you afraid." " I'm not!" " Then…" " OK let's go." A part of me says this is the worst mistake of my life, but what do I know? By my count, I've made all the worst mistakes. A ride won't make a difference.

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.

I cut in. He looked at me for a long moment. “No,” he admitted finally. “I wouldn’t.” Something in my chest ached — not from anger, but from how much I understood him. Because if I was being honest, I wouldn’t either. The rain outside got heavier, blurring the world beyond the window. The café lights reflected in the glass, turning everything hazy and unreal. I wondered if this was how it started for people like us — with small mistakes that didn’t feel wrong until they did.

(Elias) Every so often, I think that I'm not the smartest nor the wisest person when it comes to making certain decisions. I have fucked up so many times and I didn't know how to correct my mistakes. Today, was one of those days. Sometimes, I felt like I had been rushing into things too quickly. Even though I knew that this was inevitable.

He hasn't seen me and so I have the whole time in the world to prepare myself for the inevitable. Rubbing my hands together, this time I am all nervous. That moment I make.my decision to do the needful. Come what may, I know I am going to forge ahead no matter what. Anybody can make mistake and I have done that. I shouldn't be killed for making a simple mistake. Although the mistake I made was a pathetic one, but at least its not intentional and I know that. So, walking forward in no time I am right in front of him looking at him from distance.

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)

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!”

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.