My Favorite Mistake Book Novels & Stories

After all, this was another well-meaning wish for my children. However, my caretaker took the gift right into my room, so I checked it out. Within the box was a pendant, and something was engraved on it. 'Peace,' it read. I put the pendant back and told the servants to bury it under the tree by the entrance. Peace? Too little, too late. I buried Cassius' apology six feet under, never to see the light of day again. The ties between us were already cut. Our story was over.

TWO MONTHS BEFORE… The club was packed, and the music was loud. Bodies moving from one side to the other, well synchronized. The sexual tension was in the air. Diana had gone there because she needed to turn her life around. Andrew Thomas, her friend for years and then her boyfriend of one year, had cheated on her. She felt frustrated but at the same time relieved. Two such different feelings that pissed her off. She took a sip of his "Margarita" drink. Remembering that embarrassing episode of her life. Everything had been bad for some months between them, but Diana wanted to fix things, so when she left the office that day, she decided to give it a try.

“You will. Just… pay attention. One step at a time.” Later, as I was printing the final batch of documents, I realized I’d misfiled the wrong set of charts. Panic hit instantly. My pulse raced. I could hear Ivy’s voice in my head: Mistakes are costly. Especially when people are watching. I grabbed the charts and ran toward Reign’s office. He was on a call but motioned me inside when he saw the panic on my face. “I… I messed up,” I said, barely able to get the words out.

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

about the consequences of someone who made the same mistake. I got caught up reading for the past two hours, and I found some things out: 1) Jesus loves me. 2) a) I must think differently than most people (and that may just this once be to my benefit). b) Out of a stack of about twenty books, there are two of which I am particularly fond. Now, *apparently*, I’m not supposed to like both of them, because (apparently) there’s some skirmish where you either find the one an outdated, misguided mistake and the other the dawn of the new age, or you find the one a brilliant theological masterpiece (which it is) and the other childish preconception (which I don’t entirely believe). So, as you can se

Roman said, not looking up from his careful, painfully slow piping technique, tongue caught between his teeth in concentration that looked entirely out of place on a man who led an entire pack. "You had five minutes of instruction and you are still holding that bag the wrong way." I corrected him "I am holding it exactly the way you showed me." "You are strangling it." I shouted "That is what you said last time too." He shrugged "Because it is still true, and you’re very bad at taking to corrections" Hazel giggled, delighted, swinging her legs against the cabinet, and the easy, domestic warmth of the whole scene settled over me so completely that for one dangerous, unguarded moment I let mys

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"Well I read but not all the time due to my busy schedules. I do have some favorites" "Recommend one then." Jax went to a shelf and brought out a book which he gave to Ricciardo. "The Villain's redemption by Winwrite." Ricciardo read out the title. "Yes, it's a great book." "What is it about?" "It's about a villain who did a lot of bad things due to his misunderstandings. But he realized his mistake, changed his ways and had a good life." Jax informed him. "It's a nice plot, why do you like it though?" Ricciardo asked.

My wicked brain could only think of one character and I named my imaginary rooster the same. "Ramlal" My response had the whole class rolling in the aisles. Even Hitler's sister Lata seemed amused. I did notice her lips curving up, though soon her blank expression was back. "Describe him, how it looks, its colour, what forced you to pet a rooster." Then started the train of my lies that knew no halt to take a stop. My incessant thoughts fictitious thoughts were the fuel to that train of deception. "Ma'am I believe every creature is important. Why should I be biased, right? People love a dog that bites, a cat that loves to lacerate then why not a rooster that wakes people up in the morning."

The scent of coffee lingered faint‍ly‍ in the‍ air. ‎ ‎⁠I touched the spine of a book at random. “The Ar‍t of War.” Typical‌, I thoug‌ht, and almo‍st laughed. Then I noti⁠ced the one beside it—“The Little Prince.” ‎ ‎I sm‌iled. That tiny‍, une‌xpected softness said mo⁠re about Damon than any i⁠nterview o⁠r ru⁠m‌or ever could.