My Sweetest Mistake Novels & Stories

I asked to dispel the uncomfortable stillness within the vehicle. She smiled, "He sends me the most endearing quotes." Claire showed it to me. "What's with that reaction?" "What's the problem with my reaction?" "Jeez, you have no idea what sweet means. I can imagine how Fabio looked as he said this. He's looking into my eyes, and his face is close to mine. His minty-fresh breath touches my face, and..."

“We are sincerely sorry. Mr. Griffin couldn’t show up because something came up.” “Show up where?” Mr. Smith asked confused. “At La familia.” Tom said, wondering why he sounded confused. “He was supposed to meet you there.” “What are you talking about?” Mr. Smith asked. “I was not supposed to meet with Mr. Griffin. I made it clear already. I am not signing that contract with Perfect Touch. La familia?” He laughed ridiculously. “Right now, I am at Miami Beach, living my best life with two beautiful ladies.” Tom knew he wasn’t lying about being at a beach because he could hear the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Selena said. I paid no heed to her words. Taking one more step toward Stephen who was now pinning his back against the wall, with my eyes fully trained on the man in the most deadly way, I said, “Two people died because of your stupid mistake. Oh wait… it was your boss that made the mistake.” The image of the fem-man that had me kidnapped flashed in my head. “I guess I shouldn’t be having this conversation with you.” Surprisingly, my anger had reduced. Perhaps a part of me decided to store my fury till the day I get to meet the leader of The Pretties again.

James chases his orgasm, pumping into Grace until he finds his release a moment later, moaning her name. Afterward, they were hot and sweaty and clinging to one another. "I missed you," he says, breathless. "I missed us." "Let’s stop keeping secrets, deal? She was not sure how she got lucky enough to meet James. Like all the times the world took a shit on her shoes leading up to this one big, sorry gift. Sometimes they make all the wrong decisions, end up in all the wrong places, and yet still find exactly where they were supposed to be. James was her happy coincidence. Her wrong place, wrong time, and exactly the right guy. He taught her how to love herself against her best efforts and show

“Of course, I do. why would you ask me that, sweetie? It is because of that woman? I am just trying to prevent you from making the worst mistake of your life.” “What the fucking hell are you talking about? what mistake are you talking about when she is the best thing that has ever happened to me? My heart beats for her and I don’t remember feeling like this for any other woman. So, how can you say that she is the worst mistake of my life?” Jack yelled. “We are not going to get anywhere with that attitude of yours. If you don’t feel well, then you can leave. We can always talk another day.”

I kissed my fingers. He curled his lip up and furrowed his brow, then scratched his neck. "I wouldn't order that for Mila. She hates blueberries." Inside I gasped. How could I not know this about my BFF? And all this time I was pissed off at him for nothing. What was wrong with me? As reality cascaded over me, I swallowed with a sticky tongue and attempted to remain straight-faced while inside I was utterly mortified. He'd done nothing wrong, and I'd deluded myself into thinking he did because...

"...who I was to Noah?" Every memory came crashing back. The restaurant. The night we met. Every single moment suddenly made sense. My eyes filled with tears. "Tell me I'm misunderstanding this." Nobody answered. "Please..." My voice cracked. "Tell me there's another explanation." The silence was answer enough. Ethan slowly walked toward me, stopping just close enough for me to see the pain written across his face. "I'm sorry." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I know those words aren't enough..."

he says softly and kisses me again. I've made mistakes before. So many times in my life. I've made mistakes again and again, repeated them over and over, but this, right now, this moment, this can't be a mistake, because mistakes aren't supposed to feel like this. They're not supposed to be so earth-shatteringly perfect with body-numbing pleasure. This can't be a mistake. It's just too good.

she cried, waving the company’s phone as if it were a winning lottery ticket. I looked up, flour dusting my hands. “Crystal, please tell me this isn’t another TikTok trend.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a TikTok video. Look!” She shoved the phone in front of me. My breath caught as my eyes landed on the bold header: Invitation: Culinary Partnership Presentation – Marshall Foods International. My heart skipped. Once. Twice. I blinked at the words, convinced it had to be some elaborate prank. I let out a nervous laugh. “This isn’t real.”

George’s saccharine messages, as she’d termed his relentless pursuit. I could almost hear them in my mind, dripping with feigned remorse, calculated to prey on her kindness, her damned naivety. “I made the biggest mistake of my life.” Bullshit. His only mistake was underestimating my possessiveness. He saw her as a prize to be reclaimed. I saw her as.....mine.