My Last Mistake Novels & Stories

Most everything after that was a blur, but she could vaguely remember Sebastian offering to take her home and how she insisted he stay the night. “I can’t believe I did this,” Taliana blurted as her head pounded in sync with her rapidly beating heart. “I’m sorry.” “Not your fault. Michael’s the one who did this to you. Do you remember anything from last night?” Grimacing, Taliana slowly sat up. “Most of it,” she mumbled, rubbing her forehead. “Did I seriously spill wine all over Blair, or was that just an amazing dream?” “No, you definitely did that,” he chuckled as he stretched.

I leaned over, every pore of my body taken over with the need to know what he was saying. "It’s quite simple," he said to me. "Before anyone ever found out I made a mistake, I would fix it. Well, everybody already knows about your mistake now. The only option left for you is to fix it. Do something so amazing that nobody even remembers the mistake you made before, and it is completely buried by what you did next."

I don't know when you're reading this, if your sister has already handed you this letter, maybe too soon or too late, but I hope you're getting this read. I know I'm a sick and crazy old woman, but in the midst of my own daydreams I've found a way to tell you at least some of it all, I don't know if I'll be able to achieve my goal, but if you understand I can be a crazy candle in peace. Many years ago, I made a mistake, that mistake was the worst in all my years alive, it is too late for me to lament what I have left is to accept all that is to come.

"Did you just send that to everyone?" "Ah.... no..not everyone, I think?" Kristina continued, "I mean, I don't have all the faculty and janitors in my facebook." "Gee thanks, that made me feel better." I sarcastically remarked as I continued eating the soup Kristina chuckles nervously, "I didn't mean it sorry." "Oh sure, mistakes happen, right?" "Exactly."

A slow breath left my lips as I turned onto my side, pulling the pillow closer, as though I could somehow bury the noise inside my head. *Suspended.* The word echoed. Sharp. Final. But it wasn’t the suspension that lingered. It was everything else. “*Mistake.*” I let out a hollow chuckle, my fingers curling into the bedsheet beneath me. Funny. How one word could follow you your entire life. Job mistake. Study mistake. Pack mistake. Mate mistake. I shut my eyes, my throat tightening. Maybe… Maybe even my birth was one. The thought didn’t come with drama anymore.

A mistake is not the end of the world. "Gli errori costano vite, e il suo costerà entrambi i vostri." Mistakes cost lives, and hers will cost both of yours, he tells me before pulling the trigger, hitting my mother with one single bullet to the back of her skull. I jump, lurching forward only a few inches as her body registers pain in her facial features.

I chuckled as I walked over to the couch to sit and she followed “Girl, this is so huge. I’m — I’m surprised honestly. What happened?” I smiled softly thinking back how everything happened and told everything, from the mistake, to my divorce, to the cheating and how everything was now. By the time I was done Priya was a pacing mess. “That freaking jerk. And I thought he was a good guy” she huffed “ but what about Dorian? Is he nice? I mean I know he has it all but –”.

Thank you for helping me make the worst decision of my life? No. Absolutely not. This was a one-night stand. A mistake. A beautiful mistake with annoyingly perfect cheekbones. I quickly scribbled a note on hotel stationery. Sorry about last night. Actually, no. That sounded ridiculous. I crumpled it immediately. The second attempt wasn't much better. Thank you for the company. Worse.Much worse. I threw that one away too. Eventually, I gave up. Some things were better left unsaid. With my heels in one hand and my purse in the other, I slipped toward the door.

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.

Instead, I had chosen to agree with her, for peace to reign. But the truth was, her last words lingered in my mind, a haunting reminder of the depth of her pain. "Mistakes are what make us human," she had said, her voice carrying a blend of reproach and understanding. "We regret them, but they also make the best of us." Her words resonated with a profound truth, one that I couldn't escape.