My Favorite Mistake Novels & Stories

I said, biting my bottom lip. "My favorite song in the world is from the year 1975. I won't laugh." She chuckled. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Trust me, this one is embarrassing." I laughed uncomfortably. "It's Roslyn by Bon Iver...from the Twilight movies." I said the last bit under my breath, hoping she wouldn't catch it. It was a weird song to admit as my favorite, but it was true. "I've never watched any of the movies." She answered, and my head whipped up as I gasped. I pulled my hand back as I sat up, and instantly cursed myself for the loss of her touch.

Theo's POV The playlist was a mistake. Not in the way that most of my mistakes were mistakes — loud, immediate, usually involving a rune going wrong or a tool ending up somewhere it shouldn't. This was a quiet mistake. A private one. The kind you make slowly over several weeks without noticing until you're standing in the common room at eleven PM having sent someone a forty-three song playlist with no explanation and your phone is in your hand and the read receipt has just appeared and you have approximately thirty seconds before she responds.

With an air of disinterest, he opened the box to reveal a stunning golden band with an intricate diamond. Emily gasped, her eyes widening with genuine admiration. “This is beautiful,” she cooed, extending her hand eagerly for him to place the ring on her finger. He slid the ring onto her finger, feeling an unexpected softness as their fingers touched. For a heartbeat, he mistakenly held her gaze a moment longer than necessary, caught off guard by the flicker of something beyond annoyance in her eyes. As soon as he released her hand from his grip, Emily smiled, admiring the glint of the ring on her finger.

"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.

he said. “Expensive mistake,” I corrected. “No offense. You have good finishing.” “Do you always review your mistakes like that?” “Only the ones with egos large enough to require a rating.” He laughed under his breath. The sound got under my skin before I could shut the door. Damn him. Five years, one child, one company, and several thousand invoices later, and my body was still too quick to remember things that had no business going into a spreadsheet. “Funny,” he said. “I don’t remember that night as a mistake.”

"Correct." ​"My turn," she said, her eyes shifting to meet mine, her green iris dark under the office lighting. "What is my favorite food?" ​"Salted fries with cold mayo," I answered without a second of hesitation. "You steal them from my plate because you think the ones on your side taste different. You’ve done it since the third week we met on Rue de la Verrerie."

Someone who loved openly instead of hiding behind power. Rejecting Elara was my biggest mistake. The worst decision of my life. The thing I'd carry forever as reminder of who I never wanted to be again. But choosing her every day since. That was my best decision. The thing that defined me now. The choice I made continuously. Every morning. Every challenge. Every moment. Choosing Elara. Choosing us. Choosing the life we'd built. That was what mattered. Not the mistake. The recovery. Not the destruction. The rebuilding. Not who I'd been. Who I'd become.

"Your mother was right." She had been expecting him to lie. "Pardon?" "Marguerite Vale was right not to trust me. She was a very clever woman. I'd have been suspicious of me too." "That isn't an answer." "It’s not. It’s half an answer." He rubbed his jaw. He looked older up close. He looked tired beyond the time of night. "Of course you will." This will be unpleasant, and I'd rather hope you were comfortable when you decide to hate me.

It's the first day back after the holiday break, and everyone at the company is trying to start the year strong. Everyone except me. I'm openly staring out the window, and no one says a word. That's because I'm the only person who made our boss, Michael Cannon, an extra 200 million dollars last year. He told me himself, "Do whatever you want." The new operations director has no idea. He smashes my computer in front of everyone and orders me to pay a 20,000-dollar fine to make an example of me. Later, I make one phone call, pack up my things, and leave. Michael shows up at my house in person, saying he's there to take me back to work. Why? Because the number I called yesterday belongs

He ended his beautiful speech smiling tearfully. "Merry Christmas Dad." "Merry Christmas grandad." ********* Is okay to make a mistake, but us not okay when you don't learn from it✍️