My Last Mistake Novels & Stories

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.”

It had been over two decades since the last time I had appeared before someone who messed up their spell. I shudder at the memory. That was a horrible mistake. That woman’s voice was the worst, and she was so demanding for someone who had bound themselves as my slave. I had spent one day with her before I had thrown her to the wolves, literally, and decided not to do that shit again. Then again…this could be exactly what I need to get myself out of this rut I find myself in.

The worst thing you can do as a Danjuma is getting the wrong kind of popularity. A month later I was at the airport, saying bye-bye to my country, to my home, to my friends, to my girlfriend Aisha, and most importantly my loving grandmother. She died a year later, and I blamed my Dad for not being around when she passed, just as I blamed him for most of my mistakes. It is only later in my life that I realized that only a loser blames his or her mistakes on the actions of others. People should own up to their mistakes, correct them and move on. A lifetime of making mistakes has a way of making a man wiser, I suppose.

Close enough to smell whiskey on his breath. “What we did last night…” I pressed back against the wall. “It was a mistake.” His hand slammed against the wall beside my head. “Don’t.” His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle jump. “Don’t you dare call it that.” “What else would I call it?” “It was the realest thing I’ve felt in my entire fucking life.” The words came out harsh. Raw. “So call it wrong, call it destructive, call it whatever you want, but don’t call it a mistake.”

He looks miserable so I go and grab his handsome face in my hands staring into those beautiful eyes, "What's done is done, don't beat yourself up over this okay? I've learned that people make mistakes all the time. The thing is, we don't know we're making A mistake, While we're making The mistake! But wisdom is gained by learning from the mistake made and not making it again!"

everything. It was just one mistake, but it completely changed my life. It happened over two years ago, yet I'm still dealing with all the consequences of that damn mistake. I wanted to move on, but I couldn't, especially when the people who abandoned me keep reminding me of my past mistake. It's exhausting... ***

He was about to speak but she wouldn't let him, she wouldn't let him be the first one to say those words to her again. He did once so many years ago and they were words that left a scar in her soul, she looked straight at him — “Last night was a mistake." She muttered. He was stunned by what she had said not knowing how to react,all he could do at that moment was nod his head. “You said it all,last night was a mistake." He grimaced. He ignites the car.

And I will hold you and cover you with my unfailing love. You ever had that moment where you realize that you have just made a humongous mistake? And want to take it back. Well that is how I felt as I was seconds from plunging into my death. “I made a mistake, I do not want to die.” I screamed in head, those sweet words stuck in head. But it was already too late, its not as if I could grow wings and fly away back up. All I could do was let one last terrified scream as my body plunged deep into the vast waters.

“Sera, you’ve been with me since you were 18. Are you really going to end everything because of an outsider? Angela is just an outsider...” “Mark, you know I was 18 back then, but that was a long time ago. I’m not that foolish anymore.” I had nothing more to say to him and turned to leave without hesitation. “Sera, don’t you feel even a little bit reluctant?” When he said this, I felt nothing. In the past, I swallowed my grievances with tears because I couldn’t bear to let go, but now, I’ve realized that my biggest mistake was not cutting my losses sooner. I had wasted so many years of my youth for nothing.

Then he sighed, exhausted and the sound seemed to pull all the air out of the room with it. “It was a mistake,” he informed me quietly, voice steady despite the tremor I could still hear underneath. “I was high from the drink and the pain medication, and I wasn’t in my right mind that night. I’m also giving you the benefit of the doubt and assuming you weren’t either. It was a messy mistake. One that won’t repeat itself.” A mistake, huh. Yeah… what the hell was I expecting? A declaration of love? God, I’m so fucking stupid.