My Favorite Mistake Book Novels & Stories

I'd rather see him slam his fist against the table than look at me with disappointment. For the first time, his favorite son had made a fatal mistake. I hadn't just damaged my marriage and my relationship with House Vermont. My personal failure was turning into a national scandal. What unsettled me most, however, wasn't Father's disappointment. It was Seraphina's silence. I had seen her angry before. Rarely, but it happened. Usually, she would confront a problem directly, dissect it with that frighteningly sharp mind of hers, and somehow find a solution before everyone else.

I knew it was worth keeping an eye on her and some of the photos were not incriminating enough, but I made sure to pick the best ones. I have always hated the Strong sisters and their perfect little family. I always hated how their mother before the accident was a single parent who always made time to be with them and support them when my own while mine always busy for me. I mean they were poor, but they were always happy, yet I had everything, and I was lonely.

My heart ached with the weight of my decision, but deep down, I knew it was the right one. Amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling within me, a seed of doubt took root. What if Alaric was just like Caleb? What if his kindness and care were merely a facade, a mask to conceal his true intentions? Perhaps, this was meant to happen. Maybe the moon goddess had made a mistake in pairing me with Alaric, a werewolf prince, when I was a nobody. He would have surely rejected me once he grew bored of me.

Perhaps she should have balanced more carefully or trusted herself on every move she made. The more she searched, the clearer the answer became. She had given everything she possessed and there had been nothing left to offer. That realization settled heavily inside her. It was easier to accept failure caused by carelessness than failure caused by limitation. Carelessness could be corrected. Weakness demanded something far more frightening because effort alone could not always erase it. A single blossom landed gently across her lap. She picked it up carefully, studying its delicate white petals beneath the afternoon light. It looked fragile enough to break beneath the slightest pressure, yet

Angeli was Hubert's best friend, and I had to get along with her for Hubert’s sake. “I can’t do anything about it now. It’s already happened,” I whispered. “Your family really did you wrong. Imagine, they kicked you out without considering that it’s not all your fault.” “It’s still my fault. I could have said no, walked away, not gone through with the one-night stand, but what did I do?” I really regret not fighting the temptation. I’m not drugged or drunk. I’m sober, yet I made a massive mistake. “Why though? Was the escort that good-looking that you couldn’t say no?” I sighed. That’s not the case.

He advanced at me. Hesitantly, I took it from him. I opened the box without any guesses. There was a decadent array of fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate— dark chocolate with a milk chocolate drizzle, milk chocolate, in the centre that had little colorful sprinkles and chopped almond nuts. My mouth watered as It looked delicious, " It's my favourite and..." I clamped my lips. 'I can't mention our son, "How do you know?" I asked. I was half smiling, half shocked.

He died the day he got his memory back. The Alpha King Eric of today was worlds away from me. He was the moon in the sky, and I was just worthless dust. He was a big shot in the business world, while I was just a little pebble he’d once stepped on, easily kicked aside. Just like a firefly can never compare to the moon, he was destined to be with an Alpha who shone just as brightly. If that was the case, why make myself miserable? Why be a stumbling block in his path?

People had done worse for far less than he had to offer, for less than the mother of his child would stand to gain. “I don’t know why the mistake happened, I only know that it did,” Michaela stated, her pretty white teeth gritted. “But don’t flatter yourself by thinking I would go to such trouble to tie myself to you just to get money. In fact, don’t flatter yourself by assuming I have any idea who you are.” He barked out a laugh. “It’s hardly flattery to assume that a woman who is presumably well-informed and well educated would know who I was. Unless of course, you’re neither of those things.”

The truth will always be the truth… and that no matter how hard I tried to hide it, it will always come out to be unravelled to the world. It happened when I made a mistake. I stole one of his favorite books from the shelf and gave it to a friend of mine back in Elementary. The Royal King was so mad back then that I thought he was going to hit me. But his anger subsided the moment I told him everything. I did it because I gave it as a gift to my closest friend at school. And to my surprise, that is all he needs for his anger to be subsided with the wind.

“But both are Nintendo, so the vibe here is still good” “How about books? Do you have a favorite?”, she asks. “Grapes of Wrath”, I answer and her shock over my answer doesn’t go unnoticed. “You”? “The Great Gatsby”, she says. Wow, that’s depressing! “So tragic”, I told her. “Speak for yourself”, she says, and we both laugh again because both books are probably equally depressing! “Favorite movie?” I asked her. “Love, Actually”, she says sadly. “Serious? Isn’t that a little before your time?” I said.