My Sweetest Mistake Novels & Stories

Chapter One There are three things I hated in this world: going to the dentist, calling my mother, and watching Cole Sterling with another woman. Right now, as the heavy bass of a generic pop song vibrated through the sticky floorboards of The Rusty Anchor, I was stuck dealing with the absolute worst one. I leaned against the scratched mahogany bar, my fingers tightly wrapped around a plastic cup filled with a cheap vodka cranberry that tasted mostly like rubbing alcohol and artificial food coloring. The bar was suffocatingly crowded, packed to the brim with college students and locals shouting over the music, but my world had narrowed down to a single, agonizing point on the dance floor.

Daddy, I'm scared! The word "Daddy" struck Lorenzo like a blade. His expression twisted with pain. "Lorenzo, what do you want?" My tone was ice. "Isabella, I know I was wrong." His voice broke. "Marjorie deceived me. I made terrible mistakes. I want to make it up to you and the child." "Make it up to me?" I shook my head. "It's too late. We don't need your redemption anymore." "No, it's not too late!" He stepped forward in desperation.

My legs thrashed instinctively against the sheets in a flash of frustrated, agonizing heat, my body still screaming for the climax it had been promised and denied, a frantic, twitching movement of pure humiliation and unspent desire. Tears burned the backs of my eyes, hot and blinding, spilling over my cheeks as I curled inward, hugging my arms tightly around my naked ribs to keep myself from shattering entirely. Right through the fog of my panic and pain, a voice echoed in my head with brutal clarity, my youngest sister’s voice from the night before our wedding, ringing out like a curse I was too blind to avoid. “You’re making a massive mistake, Esther,” Maya had pleaded, her hands gripping

Gentle and polite, nothing crossing the line. We know each other too well. He then takes a step back, and feeling my ear getting hotter, I lower my head slightly, letting my hair fall down to cover them. His trap is sweet, but also lethal for me, like a beehive to a bear. I don’t want to dip my nose in, only to get stung again. We could have written the sweetest story together, but we both made a lethal mistake, and we missed our time. He loved the wrong person, I married him the wrong way.

Something Maxim saw that she didn’t see in herself. It was more than a portrait, it was a revelation… A declaration. It spoke of feelings deeper than words, it mirrored what she felt in her heart. “Oh, God… Maxim…” “This is what I’ve been doing. I wasn’t working. I couldn’t work. My mind was filled with you, my sweet Misha.” He cupped her cheek and dropped a light kiss on her mouth. He tasted of desperation, of need, and her body responded along with her heart. “Maxim…”

I was stunned by her words " miss I think you have dialled the wrong number i am not the one you are thinking "i said "Oho stop!i know who you are you asshole" she said . Her voice is so sweet i was just lost in her voice when i heard she cursed me "Miss control your language and plzz check the number again its a wrong number miss"i said and cut the call But still was thinking about her voice and I decided to save her number by the name" miss sweet voice " just i case i feeling bore i will disturb her.I laughed at my thoughts and moved out of my room

Without her, my life seems so boring that the only thing I've been doing was working and working then eat then work then sleep. I miss shopping with them. I miss pulling Madison into the mall with her burdened expression. Sighing, I dropped myself to the couch. I was massaging my temples when a strawberry shake and a whole blueberry cheesecake was placed in front of me. Woah woah. Sweets really is the best when you're upset. And the person who bought this is also the best. I look towards the person who placed this precious things in front of me and saw Lee. Oh right..

"I know that it would be petty of me to take everything that I've given you in the course of our relationship, but it had all been a deception, so I'd rather take them back and have them donated to charity than have them wasted on you." One comment read, "Yes! I'm glad you're not blinded. Here I was thinking that you were going to give in to him!" "Shoutout to the besties who went there so we could see for ourselves who these scumbags are and avoid these landmines altogether. I'll be making a PDF about them. If anyone's interested, drop me a DM." "Why is nobody talking about the fact that Madam's such a pro? That was a sick kick!"

“Macey’s favorite fruit is watermelon because it reminds her of summer, and she prefers it with a dash of salt. Her favorite food is honey and everything made with it or slathered in it, including pancakes. Her favorite color is green, which is fitting since she was born in May. Her favorite book is a Picture of Dorian Gray because it is all about how artwork reveals the truth. Her favorite movie is The Princess Bride. She’s seen it a million times and can quote it verbatim, and she always cries at the exact same place.” Paul stood, open-mouthed in shock. She didn’t like strawberries? Julius finally stepped forward and stared at the man in front of him. He couldn’t hate this man, not

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