My Last Mistake Novels & Stories

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.

Ooh, how wrong was I? And the last time I was in this room was the day that I blew up everything. It was the day that I shut down his hopes and mine. His words are echoing, screaming at me like he taped himself that day and left it playing here. My first mistake was showing up here looking like a sex worker on a fuck-hunt. And my second mistake was speaking like a whore who was after nothing but a hot fuck. And my third was my pride and cowardice—refusing to slap it straight in his face that I loved him. On the contrary, I lied so boldly to his face that I didn’t like him. And that is when he lost his all. I brought all this upon myself. I brought this pain upon myself. God, can you please g

The last bad judgment I ever made, it was in the form of a burst condom against the arm of the couch, cheek to the top of a cushion. It had borne me my daughter. While I loved Gravity above life itself and would never go back on the path of that so-called mistake, my life had changed forever because of it. I'd become a craven, terrified of making mistakes. This, though, was a mistake. This town. This job. This pointless life.

I moved on to him in slow-motion holding my heart in my hand because I had heard stories of an old man getting too excited and having a stroke or heart failure. I made my way to the corridor into the lounge for a moment to breathe and think. I was not having a good time and clearly, my stunt from last night had led me into having sex with an old man and I had a bad feeling that my night was about to get worse. “Having fun?” Ty spoke. I pressed my lips together in a smile not showing teeth, “Of course, boss.” I responded. “Why are you out early?” He spoke forking pasta in his mouth looking nonchalant.

And in those final seconds before his consciousness faded, only one thought remained in his mind. "I'd never be able to paint Tessa again. "Tessa, this is it, our final goodbye."

“It was a mistake! Last night was a mistake. Five years ago was a mistake. I was drunk five years ago and last night…I was drugged…” His forehead creased as he stared into my eyes sharply. I let out a frustrated sigh. “It just…You just happened to be there. Last night and five years ago. I didn’t have control over what I’m doing or saying, and I’m sure even if it’s not you, even if it’s Stan or someone else, I would still beg him to take me because it was the drug talking. It was a mistake, okay? I’m sorry…”

“I know I made mistakes.” “Mistakes?” Alistair scoffed, taking a few strides towards him. “You call five years of neglecting you being stupid mistakes?” Declan clenched his jaw. “I said I know.” “You don't know anything!” Alistair snapped. “If you knew what you were doing, you wouldn't have brought us to this point He took a few strides towards Declan again, his fist moulded, his hand raised, but he was immediately blocked by someone.

She went back home dejected and broken with no one to console her or even advise her on what to do. After brooding over the issue for three days more, she finally came to the conclusion that she has to choose between her life and the baby. She has a bright future in front of her and she will not allow the presence of the baby to hinder her life. She acknowledged her mistake, let the fact that her mother has left her sink and concluded that life goes on.

I wave goodbye to them as I rush out the door. Sighing with defeat, I pick up the pace, knowing that I will have to run the entirety of the way there to make it on time. I couldn't afford to be even a second late. The Macafee family had already disgraced the Ramono family once. We couldn't afford to have another incident happen. When I reach the packhouse, my entire body is covered with sweat and panting hard. I have to hold myself up with my palms against my knees as I try to catch my breath.

I was just a stranger to her, but I knew she loved me. Is very hard to have this conclusion in your mind. That you lost the jackpot and now you will not find somebody like anymore. "I'm sorry Crystal." My words go out of my mouth, and I can hear her breath accelerating, and now she was looking into my eyes, concerned and full of worrying feelings. In the end, she was the only one who waited for me so long, with so much patience, and I was the one who fucked up everything big style, now I'm looking into her beautiful blue eyes, like a big and calm ocean, and I want to go and throw myself from a building because I don't deserve any of her kindness.