Mistakes Were Made But Not By Me Novels & Stories

“I made her suffer more than anyone should. I didn’t realize the full extent of the damage I caused until she was gone.” “We all make mistakes,” Diana offered gently. “But this wasn’t just a mistake. I hurt her deliberately. You’re too young to understand,” he said with a bittersweet smile. “Too young?” Diana replied, raising an eyebrow. “Look at me. I’m young, but here I am, living in a foreign country, surrounded by people I don’t know, speaking a new language, and taking responsibility for myself. Maybe I am young, but one thing I know for sure—no one’s too young or too old to make mistakes.”

his eyes brightens after I say this whole my own stomach growl in bitterness. “Everyone makes mistakes and so have I as well. There are some mistakes I have made that angers me and I despise myself. There are some people that I should have gotten rid off but then I still…” I stop on my words as I realize I have derailed from the topic of discussion. I swallow saliva and ruminate in the right way to remedy the situation.

I scoff after he said that. "I don't think I'm going to make another mistake after you make me realize how important for me to choose my partner wisely. I think the biggest mistake I've ever made is with you and give all my heart for you. I was so stupid back there." I said it all out. I am really mad at him and this scars really deep in my heart and I don't think it will recover just like that.

She didn't touch him, but knelt a few feet away, at his eye level. "Liam didn't take Hannah," Anna said softly. "Hannah made a mistake. A desperate, foolish mistake made by a drunk and confused young woman. Her action was a symptom of the brokenness in your relationship, not the cause of your worthlessness." She paused, letting the clinical distance fade, and injected a small, honest truth. "I understand what betrayal feels like, Dylan. It's crushing. But you cannot let this define you. You are more than your disorder, and you are more than their expectations."

“Yes, you made a mistake, but we all do. We've all made mistakes in our lives.” “Nothing can be compared to the mistake I made.” I said, lowering my head. “I made a terrible mistake, and I don't think my parents are going to ever forgive me for that. I should have known better.” “That he was going to betray you?” she asked. “Come on, sweetheart. There's no way you would have known. Besides, you'll be shocked to know that a good number of us have made terrible mistakes.” “I don't know what to do.” I buried my face in my hands as I broke down in tears. “It hurts so much; I don't think I can endure it.”

"Not really, I am not. I am only saying that you are going to get what you deserve for acting this way." "No matter what happens, she is still your mom." "And you do not see me denying that now, do you? Do blood relations stop the crime from being a crime?" "She made a mistake; anyone can make a mistake." "A mistake is when you write a two instead of a seven, but if you keep on writing a two even though you want to write a seven, then you made that mistake intentionally, and that is no longer a mistake."

He couldn't believe I went through so much torture in his short absence. Cassius was on the ground, staring at us in confusion. "D-Donald? I thought you were—" Donald looked at him with ice-cold fury. "A useless piece of shit that's only in a coma? Can't believe I'm standing up right now?" Cassius trembled, and his mother was grasped by fear. Donald handed me to the doctor and slowly closed in on them. "A snake and her equally venomous spawn. I knew it was a mistake letting you marry into the family."

"What do you need me to do?" "I- I don't know," she shrugs. "I read the instructions over and over again. I can't figure it out. I thought maybe you could read over it and see what I'm doing wrong? I'm so sorry for bothering you at work, but I can't take it. They hurt so bad."

I feel a pain in my chest, but I don’t let it deter me from speaking up for myself. I made a few mistakes the first time around, and one of those mistakes was taking a backseat to my mate. I let my mate rule me and run over me, losing myself in the process. I let way too many things happen when all I had to do was put my foot down. A fair amount of this mess lies at my feet, and I acknowledge that. Anything I can do to try to make up for it, I want to do that… I have to do it.

“Why do you make everything so...ridiculous?” “Because you make it too easy,” I replied, my grin refusing to fade. “Look, Eloise, I’m not the one calling kisses ‘mistakes’ like they’re typos in a text message. A mistake is forgetting your wallet, not...that. not almost having an intercourse” “It was a mistake,” she snapped, finally meeting my eyes. “I was exhausted, emotional, and not thinking straight. And I’m sorry if that bruises your massive ego, but it’s the truth.”