My Sweetest Mistake Novels & Stories

He advanced at me. Hesitantly, I took it from him. I opened the box without any guesses. There was a decadent array of fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate— dark chocolate with a milk chocolate drizzle, milk chocolate, in the centre that had little colorful sprinkles and chopped almond nuts. My mouth watered as It looked delicious, " It's my favourite and..." I clamped my lips. 'I can't mention our son, "How do you know?" I asked. I was half smiling, half shocked.

"I didn't mean it. It's true. You are not a biggest mistake but a blessing to me. King of my heart, Prince of my dreams, and a whole world to me. But despite of all this, I can't ruin two life's because of my selfishness. I can't", she mumbles after a great pause and Shawn frowns deeply.

We both laid on the bed in each other arms cuddling and kissing, we couldn't just have enough of each other that night, something had been stirred that night an unquenchable fire filled with love. " What is your greatest mistake?" I asked trailing my finger down his chest stopping at his abdomen, I knew he wanted me to go lower but where is the thrill in that. " Wasting my time on girls that weren't worth it, when the real deal was sitting right across my office" I burst out in laughter "How high are you?" "Not as high as you are right now, I am almost sober" he muttered, placing a kiss on my forehead. "I mean it, Liza"

He quietly tip-toed out of the room because he was still confused and couldn’t come up with an explanation as to why he was in her room at that time of the morning dressed in the clothes from the previous day. As he successfully stepped out of the room, he came face to face with Marcus; his best friend and manager. “seems like someone had a goooood night” Marcus commented Sweet rolled his eyes and walked passed him in an attempt to avoid any questions from Marcus, because’ he knew Marcus was going to shoot at him a thousand and one questions about what he just saw. “Yo man, did I miss anything?” Marcus questioned Sweet gave him a side glare “Can you help me order for a coffee and get it deli

If this man is destined for me, then please let me love him unconditionally, without doubt, hesitation, or fear. He chuckled, which tickled me, but here I was, tears rolling down my cheeks at the thought. And I know I'm losing this fight, even though it's not official. I am doomed that I let myself fall to this man, who only knows how to bury his member inside me. You are fucked up, Mayu! I just hope that what he shows is true so that I won't lose! "What about my midnight snack, My Sweetie?" he teased. I blinked and tried to push him away. He didn't put on weight and let himself lie on the bed.

Infected by the entrenched prejudice that through speech we understand each other, we make our remarks and listen in such good faith that we inevitably misunderstand each other much more than if we had remained silent and had guessed. Furthermore, since our thought is in great measure attributable to the tongue—although I cannot help but doubt that the attribution is absolute, as it is usually purported to be—it turns out that thinking is talking to oneself and, consequently, misunderstanding oneself and running a great risk of becoming completely muddled.” sinijid

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"

I shouldn’t be thinking about her, I scolded myself. I opened a random page in the magazine and my fingers clutched the pages tightly. There she was, Kimberly Sweeten, wearing the dress I bought her for Valentine's Day last year with my brother clutching her waist from behind. The headline read; ~~ KIMBERLY SWEETEN, AMERICA'S SWEETHEART, TRADED IN MAXIMILIAN McTAVISH FOR HIS YOUNGER BROTHER ASHER McTAVISH. ~~

Scar excitement quickly turned into bewilderment. "What's the problem?" She asked, confused. She looked into Seb's piercing grey eyes, hoping for a compliment that would make her day. With a deadpan, annoyed expression, Seb replied, "This coffee is sweet." Scarlet's eyes widened in realization. She had misunderstood his preferences. Or more like, someone had set her up. She turned to glare at Michelle who had on a wicked smile. Panic washed over her as she blurted out, "I added sugar"

Why is he suddenly asking me to choose colors for these items without any explanation? After thinking briefly, Mitch concluded that Douglass must have sent the message to him by mistake. After all, Mitch and Douglass were no longer the type of people who exchanged such casual messages. ...But if it really was sent by mistake, who was it originally meant for? The woman who was supposedly Douglass's fiancée, whom he had seen at the gathering, briefly crossed Mitch's mind. Although he had already heard that the two weren't particularly close despite being engaged, uncomfortable thoughts kept surfacing. Even though he knew nothing would change even if he felt uncomfortable...