Mistakes Were Made But Not By Me Novels & Stories

everything. It was just one mistake, but it completely changed my life. It happened over two years ago, yet I'm still dealing with all the consequences of that damn mistake. I wanted to move on, but I couldn't, especially when the people who abandoned me keep reminding me of my past mistake. It's exhausting... ***

My feet were cold because- but just as I deny the sight, I know it's too late. “Oh, no.” I cry under my breath. But I already know I couldn’t have made a more significant mistake. I have committed the biggest faux pas in Dawny.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling harshly. This was a mistake. Azzurra was a mistake. And mistakes needed to be corrected. Before they ruined me.

I was usually heartless, but something about Ivan’s coma changed me in ways I couldn’t explain. His eyeball crossed to the other end in confusion. “What did you do?” He asked with accusatory eyes. I chuckled, shrugging my arms in response. He knew me more than I realized. A word was what it took him to know I messed up. “A mistake,” I muttered, clicking my tongue. “I made a horrible mistake, Tesoro,” I repeated, exhaling deeply. I was a flawed human just like every other person in the world or maybe more flawed than the average person.

If you are not like the others — if you like simple basic things and your likes and dislikes do not align with your peers, then you are a freak. No one takes anything seriously anymore. It’s just a joke, It’s simple words, don’t take it to heart, you need to be stronger. Do you tell someone with a glass in their foot that they should forget about it instead of taking the glass out? Do you tell them that the pain is temporary instead of offering help? “If I am the way I am today, it is because of every single mistake I made!” I voice out and glared at the mirror with wide eyes. “Mistakes that were influenced by people who cared for me!” I snapped.

"What is your reason for arguing against the decision, Harper? Even though Mabel has admitted her mistake." "It's not Mabel's fault; I made this mistake. I was the one who entered your room, hoping to assist fellow workers here, and I didn't know that that would happen." "Well, do you have any options to fix this problem? Since the items you destroyed are items that no one in this world sells." I took a deep breath, thinking about the anxiety I felt. I can't possibly allow anyone else to bear the burden of my mistakes. Moreover, Mabel did not have any faults.

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I had screwed up, and I knew it. Believe me, I was no stranger to mistakes—I had a whole history of them, a laundry list of times I’d royally messed things up. But this one? This one stung differently, hit harder. It was like I could feel the weight of every bad decision I’d ever made piling up on my shoulders, and yeah, it pissed me off. I was furious at myself for being careless, for letting things spiral out of control, for not being sharper, quicker, better.

“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.”

I'm regretting for the day when I started to trust him blindly. " Mom, I'm guilty that's why I've promised myself to never repeat the same mistake. I know I do mistakes but don't be disappointed with yourself because I have learnt from you how to current mistakes. I understand you're mad at me but please don't blame yourself for this. Everything was my fault. I never had the guts to explain myself probably I wasn't good with words " He said more like trying to butter me up.

He spoke to me as though I was a teenager. Aww, what a caring daddy! Bullshit. "I am responsible! Yes, I may appear reckless at times, but what happened today was a sheer mistake," I yelled, grinding my teeth in frustration. Just a sheer mistake.. Now I looked like a mental patient. My makeup ruined, clothes dirty, hair smelly and unkempt. I cursed my overly sensitive nose. "A sheer mistake can kill someone. Do you even understand that? Rare or not, this could have ended with someone in the hospital