My Last Mistake Novels & Stories

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✍️

“Why do you make everything so...ridiculous?” “Because you make it too easy,” I replied, my grin refusing to fade. “Look, Eloise, I’m not the one calling kisses ‘mistakes’ like they’re typos in a text message. A mistake is forgetting your wallet, not...that. not almost having an intercourse” “It was a mistake,” she snapped, finally meeting my eyes. “I was exhausted, emotional, and not thinking straight. And I’m sorry if that bruises your massive ego, but it’s the truth.”

v Last night his words completely broke me. I thought I won't be able to spend the second in this house. I will give up on this relationship but the moment I realise that it could be the end of a relationship forever my heart didn't agree and my self respect just came back . And that was the biggest mistake of my life. I wanted to give a chance to Saad or my heart I want it to believe that whatever he said was mistake a drunken behaviour but I was wrong I was so wrong I wish I left this house last night at least I got my self respect but now I have nothing I have nothing left.

"Last night was fucking amazing. Don’t stand there in your little glass office and pretend otherwise." "Last night should never have happened," I said firmly. "You’re my employer. I work for you. That’s all this is. That’s all it has to be." "It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?" he growled. "It’s never too late to own up to a mistake," I said, steel sharpening in my voice. "That’s all it was. A mistake." Rowan went quiet. Then, without another word, the call ended.

The guard was scared and hurriedly explained, “Thought it was the Commander's wife, so we let her in.” What could the guard say? If he didn't speak the truth now, when else could he? Correcting a mistake is of the utmost importance. If it's left unaddressed, no explanations will be of use later. Shane's face turned cold, and he told the guard, “Look carefully. This is the Commander's wife.” The guard, with wide eyes, took a quick look and confidently replied, “Yes, Commander.” “Go out.” Shane directly dismissed the guard and then turned to Alana, saying, “Don't come here casually in the future. We have no connection.”

Emily Collins. Mistakes. They were crazy. And obsessive, always in your mind, reminding you about how mad you've messed everything up, always. It was a never ending thing with my mind, always debating and fighting and messing me up on the inside. I never regretted my mistake but I owned up to it, but never regret, until last night— of course after seeing him again after all these years and the way he just. . . left like that. Tiredness, thick and heavy, coursed throughout me.

I mean, if Jimena wasn't truly pregnant and I divorced Ana, who was carrying my twins, then I made one hell of a mistake. I chose Jimena, the liar, over Ana, who was genuine. Shit, shit, shit! This is not fucking up; this was like losing a diamond while collecting a stone, as the quote says. Only that diamond was rare and can’t be found anymore, and even if I were to find it, it would be too late, as someone else picked it up. Fuck! Ending the call with Juliette without warning, I searched for my assistant Vanessa’s contact and pressed the call button.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling harshly. This was a mistake. Azzurra was a mistake. And mistakes needed to be corrected. Before they ruined me.

Staying quiet and giving me the moment to speak the way I want. “As you know, I made a bad deal with Alina. We might have been dating, but I got her entangled in my pack’s business, and it cost me alot. I’ve made two major mistakes in my life. The one with Alina, and another that cost my mother her life. It cost Catia’s mom her life, too. I’m not a perfect man. It took alot for me to forgive myself for my mistakes, and now that I have, I try to be very careful of every move that I make.” She snickered. “Then bringing a strange, stranded woman to your home was a big mistake. I could have been a killer.”

His eyes were red-rimmed, full of a despair I’d never seen on his strong face. “Last night… it was a mistake,” I said, the words firm, trying to convince us both. “A terrible, horrible mistake. We were both hurt and confused and drunk. It meant nothing.” Saying it felt like a lie, because it had meant something in the moment—it meant rebellion, comfort, a way to hurt back. But it couldn’t mean anything now. It couldn’t. “It can never happen again,” I pressed on, my voice trembling. “Not a touch. Not a look. Nothing. We have to forget it. We have to bury it so deep it never existed.”