My Favorite Mistake Book Novels & Stories

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.

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she laid her complaint immediately she heard his voice "Were you worried" he desperately wished someone would love him for him not because if whatever benefit they would get She hesitated, she didn't want him to be able to read her easily. "Well...." "Well?" "What's wrong?" "Nothing" "Why are you like this?" "How?" "Are you angry at someone?" "Do I have to be?" Fidelia was confused. "Am I that bad?" He paused "Or you don't know I like you?" "Or wait, I'm am not the type of guy you like"

I tell him. “I agree, I could not fault him. I think we are done discussing Twisted Games, let us move on Twisted Lies, which is actually my favourite book out of all them,” Blake says. I think about my favourite book and I say to him, “My favourite book is actually Twisted Games, I really love Rhys and Bridget.”

One stupid mistake. My fingers hovered over the screen, trembling. My vision blurred as I read the message again, slowly, letting the words sink in. A breathless, bitter laugh escaped me. "Right. A little mistake," I muttered. I didn't even care about the part where he said he loved her more. What burned was him calling it one stupid mistake. "Sleeping with my best friend," I whispered, a shaky, humorless laugh catching in my throat. "Just a little mistake." My thumb hovered over the screen, the taste of bitterness sharp on my tongue.

Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.

I have loved him my whole life. "Have I ever told you you are the best thing that happened to me?" I said resting on his chest after we almost destroyed the poor couch. I've always told him this and I wouldn't get tired. Jaylen is the one that brightened my life. Even though it all started as a mistake. Just one MISTAKE WITH THE ALPHA, I got the Alpha.

“Suboptimal for intimate conversation. We will take future meals in the morning room or the annex. The data supports it.” Keila, emboldened by the strange new setting, looked at him. “Mr. Luther, what was your favorite room when you were little?” He paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. The question, from his past, in this formal room, seemed to disorient him. “The… the library. It was predictable. The books were in a fixed order. The silence was complete.” “Did you have a favorite book?” “The Way Things Work. By David Macaulay. It presented complex mechanical systems as logical, visual narratives.” He offered a rare, unprompted piece of personal data. “I found it… reassuring.”

“Macey’s favorite fruit is watermelon because it reminds her of summer, and she prefers it with a dash of salt. Her favorite food is honey and everything made with it or slathered in it, including pancakes. Her favorite color is green, which is fitting since she was born in May. Her favorite book is a Picture of Dorian Gray because it is all about how artwork reveals the truth. Her favorite movie is The Princess Bride. She’s seen it a million times and can quote it verbatim, and she always cries at the exact same place.” Paul stood, open-mouthed in shock. She didn’t like strawberries? Julius finally stepped forward and stared at the man in front of him. He couldn’t hate this man, not

"Dear god, I think I started to like him." Like? Like?! A cold, merciless rage curled around my ribs. What the actual fuck? But the last entry—the one at the very bottom—that one did it. "Dear god, he was a beautiful mistake in my life. I wish I could make the mistake again but I shouldn’t." I slammed the diary shut. My breathing was slow. Measured. Controlled. A mistake? She called him a mistake? She thought about him enough to call him that? My fingers twitched with the urge to rip the pages apart, to erase the words that didn’t belong to me.