My Favorite Mistake Novels & Stories

“It was a mistake and I had no idea you knew about it.” I honestly didn’t want to talk about it with him. I had a long day and I just wanted to rest. Besides, it was almost time for my kids to go to bed. “Olivia, I promise you, it was a mistake. It wasn’t intentional.” He added when I remained silent. Did he think I was a child? How could he claim that impregnating my best friend was a mistake? They were two grown adults who knew exactly what they were doing. "Forgetting someone's birthday is a mistake," I hissed, my voice trembling with anger. "Fucking someone, especially your ex-wife's best friend, isn't a mistake – it's a choice." My eyes welled up with tears as the painful memory resurfa

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.

I heard him say, “we will do it in the condo.” I nodded at him before leaving the office. I am not sure if this will be something that I should be proud of. The truth is, I do not care. If this is a mistake, this will be my most beautiful mistake. Loving him was my GREATEST but my BEST mistake.

Zelest muttered. I stood, frozen like a fool as my wolf roared “Mate!” inside me. Fate had played a cruel joke on me. The person I hated most was my mate. And to make things worse—he was a man.

Chapter One There are three things I hated in this world: going to the dentist, calling my mother, and watching Cole Sterling with another woman. Right now, as the heavy bass of a generic pop song vibrated through the sticky floorboards of The Rusty Anchor, I was stuck dealing with the absolute worst one. I leaned against the scratched mahogany bar, my fingers tightly wrapped around a plastic cup filled with a cheap vodka cranberry that tasted mostly like rubbing alcohol and artificial food coloring. The bar was suffocatingly crowded, packed to the brim with college students and locals shouting over the music, but my world had narrowed down to a single, agonizing point on the dance floor.

Mia argued. William watched them. His family. Not perfect. Not simple. But real. Inside the mansion, Mrs. Miller stood by the window. Fully recovered. Watching them. Her lips curved into a soft smile. “Looks like things are finally right,” she said. Behind her, Mr. Miller stood quietly. Older. Quieter. Changed. “I made a mistake,” he admitted. Mrs. Miller didn’t look at him. “You did.” A pause. “But you can fix it.” Mr. Miller nodded slowly.

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.

I asked, even though I was fully aware of every decision I’d made tonight. He stiffened for a second. Like my question hit him. “You followed your heart. That’s what happened,” he replied. “Why? Do you see staying with me tonight as a… mistake?” Yes. I saw the two of us together as a mistake. I saw our past relationship as an even bigger mistake. And I saw that one careless, life-altering incident that tied us in an unwanted situation as the biggest mistake I’d ever made. But through it all, Adriana was an exception. She was my beautiful mistake.

Then he let out a loud sigh. "It was a mistake." I looked at him. simply looked. Because it seemed that he had finally gone insane. "A mistake?" I asked again. "Yes." "A mistake is forgetting your keys." His expression grew dark. "Making coffee with salt instead of sugar is a mistake." Darian turned away his look. It seemed as though he was trying not to smile. I pointed straight to Taryn. "Sleeping with your assistant is not a mistake.” One of the council members cleared his throat clumsily for the first time since arriving.

★★ Leonardo I have never been this embarrassed in my entire life. I thought I was in love with Hannah, and that she's worth a shot. I never knew that was going to be the worst mistake in my life. I do not hate poor people, but you see those people that were once poor, and not got opportune to be rich or probably marry a rich spouse, and now began to treat the poor like riff raff are those who have my hatred in its highest form.