Not My Mistake Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"What do you need me to do?" "I- I don't know," she shrugs. "I read the instructions over and over again. I can't figure it out. I thought maybe you could read over it and see what I'm doing wrong? I'm so sorry for bothering you at work, but I can't take it. They hurt so bad."

I reread the same paragraph three times and still couldn’t process it. I made my first mistake before ten. I didn’t realize it until Grace slammed the printed page onto my desk. “What is this?” she snapped. I blinked up at her, disoriented. “I—what?” “This,” she repeated sharply, tapping the page. “These figures are wrong. Completely wrong.” I leaned forward, squinting at the numbers. My stomach dropped. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I must’ve—” “Must’ve what?” Grace cut in. “You must’ve stopped paying attention?”

And I was starting to wonder if I had made a mistake the moment I stepped beside him. “Relax,” Arnold said, opening the door and stepping aside for me. “They’re just… curious.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Beautiful women tend to do that.” I stopped at the doorway. “I’m not asking for compliments.” My voice came out flatter than I intended. Because this wasn’t funny. Not to me. “I’m not joking,” he said lightly. Of course he wasn’t going to explain. Not properly. Not now. I stepped inside.

On the last day before college entrance exams, Tristan Kelley, the most popular guy in class, let out an ear-splitting shout. "Everyone, skip the exam! Sage will pay out 50 million dollars!" He held up his phone, showing an insurance agreement he had signed with Sage, the AI chatbot, for everyone to see. All we had to do was miss the exam and we would receive 50 million dollars in compensation. "We're all bound for the best universities. In the worst case, we can retake the exam next year. "This is 50 million dollars. Do you think you'll ever see that kind of money in your life?" In my previous life, I called the police right away. I explained until I was blue in the face that Sage was j

The woman asked. "I never lie". I replied. The woman stared at mom. "I don't know what to believe anymore, just please...fix her". Mom replied and I stared at her for a while. Fix her? Was there something wrong with me? Am I sick or is there something that my parents aren't telling me? Questions ran through my head but I was still too young to understand or ask questions,I just continued thinking what I did wrong. "Do you know what you did wrong that made your parents bring you here?". Miss Sarah asked and I shooky head.

He shook his head and looked into her eyes, leaned a little closer, and pressed his forehead to hers, and sighing he said: “Oh, Diana! If you hadn't run away from me that night. If you had stayed… You would know that you are in this trouble because of me”. “Because of you? Why do you say that? As you just said, you're not alone in this,” Diana frowned in confusion. Ian sighed and confessed: “It's my fault. Because by some divine chance. That night, the condom I used, broke” “And what are you telling me so far?” she asked, shouting, getting up suddenly and walking away from him.

After all, we had said that we would catch up once I was back. I knew my friends number, Sophia's number by heart, so I picked up the phone and pressed her name. But just as it came on screen, I froze. Her name was in the phone, but it wasn't listed under "Sophia." It was listed under "Honey." Long moments, I stared at the phone and my heartbeat spiked. Honey? I didn't comprehend it. Why would Luke store her number like that? It didn't add up. I was in a daze. I didn't know what to think, and it wasn't just the name itself that disturbed me, this sixth sense felt that something just wasn't right. My hands shaking, I set the phone down, knowing not whether to call her or just forget about it.

I say as I look through some papers "ever." "Yes, well you see I," she tried to explain, but I cut her off. "No need to explain, I understand. Can you start by stating your full name" I click the top of my pen down on my clipboard so I can start taking her information. "Adria Grace Doveling" I nodded and wrote it down."Ok Age and date of birth." I continued "I'm twenty-one. And well I turn twenty-two in four days so you can guess when my birthday is."

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.