Mistakes Were Made But Not By Me Novels & Stories

we had passed the stage where we will be beating around the bush over something that one person could just come out and say out loud. I don't think that anyone is going to harm any other person if there's a mistake but at the same time I was trying to be as careful as possible so that I did not fall into the hands of the wrong verdict or do anything that was going to piss me off more than necessary. My major problem with everything that had gone wrong was the fact that a lot of people were going to try to come up and make things up when they did not even exist and I was trying to see how far I could go without losing myself in the process.

He squeezed me tighter against him, "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you." I poked him in the ribs, "Don't be silly. It's not your job to protect me. I'm an adult, a reasonably competent one. It was my fault. I made several stupid mistakes, like going to an empty building at night. Ignoring the unlocked back door. By the time I saw the broken padlock, it was too late. Then again, I thought those things were just some horror story. Who knew they existed?" "So what are you going to do now?"

But something about the way he was sitting there—easy, unguarded, *present*— Made the words slip out before I could stop them. “It’s just…” I started, my voice quieter now. “All my life…” I swallowed. “…all I’ve ever been made to feel is that I’m a mistake.” The words hung between us. Heavy. Unavoidable. I let out a small breath, forcing a faint smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Job mistake. Studies mistake. Pack mistake,” I listed lightly, as though it didn’t matter. “Mate mistake.”

Chapter 149 Cleo We all make mistakes. None of us have the right to judge other People who continue to mess up their lives . I always say that ; while you are committing a sin, you might not be aware of it . It's only after the sin is committed that you realize that you have really messed up.

I said sharply, feeling like I wanted to beat myself all over again at the reminder. “But you can’t blame yourself all the time,” Mason argued. I shook my head. “I can’t accept that. We were highly trained. We are the elite team in the bureau. I shouldn’t have made a mistake, but I did, and that child was the casualty of my mistake. It was my fault. He was lying in bed, fighting for his life because of my recklessness.” “Don’t be too hard on yourself. We cannot always protect everyone.” “That’s where you are wrong. We can.”

"She has the right to deny it if she wants. Can't you see how quiet she is right now?" Shame clogged my throat after I heard her words. I felt the need to say something to defend myself, but she was right. The truth was that I had made a big mistake, one that I knew would haunt me for the rest of my life. But what I couldn't fathom was how they were able to find out about my past and how the news spread across the pack so easily. In the end, I pushed back all those wandering thoughts and finally spoke, "It was a mistake. I promise I won't make it again."

“The worst possible thing would be for us to make a big deal out of this.” “But it is a big deal.” “No it’s not,” I gulp. “But…” “Look. It was a mistake. I get that, now. A silly mistake. Mistakes happen all the time, don’t they?” He looks at me, saying nothing. I refuse to meet his gaze, worried that my bravado will give in.

I smile at that, “Thanks mom, but I did something wrong and my friends hate me now.” She sighed, “Well, that’s life. We can never prevent that from happening. Even your Aunt Maggie and I had a bit of misunderstanding sometimes.” She said, “But you know what? That lets us learn from our mistakes and enables us to grow up. And that’s a good thing. It’s not your fault for being a human and making mistakes.” I nodded at that. She’s right. I am the one responsible for all this mess. And I’m the one who can fix all of this.

“Don’t.” My voice cracked. I immediately looked away because I could feel tears threatening to fall. I hated this. I hated that I was standing there trying so hard not to cry over something that should have been nothing. One mistake. Just one. But today, one mistake felt like proof that I couldn’t do anything right. Jarek had made me feel worthless. The workload had exhausted me. Keelin had spent the entire day making me feel like I was incompetent. And now I had actually made a mistake.

I reread the same paragraph three times and still couldn’t process it. I made my first mistake before ten. I didn’t realize it until Grace slammed the printed page onto my desk. “What is this?” she snapped. I blinked up at her, disoriented. “I—what?” “This,” she repeated sharply, tapping the page. “These figures are wrong. Completely wrong.” I leaned forward, squinting at the numbers. My stomach dropped. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I must’ve—” “Must’ve what?” Grace cut in. “You must’ve stopped paying attention?”