One Night One Mistake Novel Novels & Stories

I skip unnecessary foreplay, knowing her wanton body will be ready for me at the prospect of intercourse. I penetrate her in one swift move, hoping to finish quickly, but my body stills. My eyes connect with hers, her muffled cry of pain and still body registering in my head. I'm stunned. My body grows rigid, and I whisper in shock, "You're not Selina Alvarez."

" She had gone to the bank one day, and it so happened, to be the day some robbers decided to rob that bank. It turned out to be a robbery gone wrong, and she, amongst a few others, unfortunately didnt get out alive." My knees feel weak, hearing all of this. My body feels heavy and overweighed, by the all this. I sit back down on the bench, trying to calm my breathing. I feel so dizzy all of a sudden. "I never wanted people to view her from the mistake ---------" " Mistake?" My head whips to her. " That's not what I meant. I'm just trying to explain that she did something wrong, yes, but the circumstance she was under --------"

“I was sleepy and walked into the wrong room by accident, that’s all.” “Hm,” he murmured. When he pulled away, I felt like I could breathe again, even though a part of me hurt from the loss of contact. Still staring into my eyes, he granted, “I will believe you this time. Everyone makes mistakes, after all.” A pause followed as he took another step back. “But remember—one-night accidents like this only happen once.” The words made my heart sink as I understood exactly what he meant. Our night together should have never happened, and it would never happen again.

Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

“Good. Brace yourself up, darling. You’ll be getting the best pleasure of your entire life.” She swallowed hard. Having a one night stand with a stranger wasn’t on her list, but then there was no harm in having pleasure before a lifetime commitment the next day. Consumed by heat of having each other, they drove in her car to the hotel nearby. Indeed, he gave her the best pleasure she’d ever had. ********** THE WEDDING She shook her head slowly, hoping he would understand what she meant by that. In as much as she didn’t want to get married and would be happy if anything stopped the wedding from holding, she didn’t want it to be him.

He was saying when Isabella interrupted him. “Dr Rian, please you should respect yourself and the medical profession. I don't goddamns understand what your problem and resentments are towards me. I wasn't the first who had a one night stand with a mystery lover and neither are you the first. You don't know me and you said horrible words to me that night after you forced yourself into me. Did you even know that you lost your senses and begged me to fuck you forcing me against the wall when I brought your orders?

Because I yearn for it now. Everything goes smoothly that evening. I indulge him and allow him to take full control of my body. I wake up the next morning sprawled naked on the bed with only a sheet wrapped around my body. And that is when it dawns on me how foolish I have been. A small mistake that might cost me a lot in future. He is supposed to lie next to me, but he is not even here. “Eli! Eli!” I call. No response. Where has the one-night-stand stranger gone to?

“I don't want yours.” He studied me for a moment. Then he reached back into his wallet, pulled out another bundle, thicker than the first, and dropped both on the bed between us. “Everything that happened last night was a mistake,” he said. His voice had lost whatever was left of its warmth. “Poor judgment. From both of us. It won't happen again and it cannot be spoken about.” “Yeah,” I rolled my eyes. “Like I'd go tell the whole world I had sex with two strangers on my first day in Paris.” I wrapped my arms around me. “You know that would make a good story plot,” my voice dripped with sarcasm.

The next morning, I woke around eight. The cold sheets greeted me. Ethan was gone. He was probably already at the office. Only the faintest trace of his scent lingered—clinging to the pillow, my skin, my ribs. A whisper of last night. A reminder of everything I should have pushed away. Not once. Not twice. I didn’t just fall once. I fell again. Willingly. Helplessly. And the shame hit harder this time. Because a mistake made once could be forgiven.

I reach for my night garment, slip it on my body, and walk to my library. Settling into a dark romance book by one of the most incredible authors, I turn off the lights with only the little bed lamp giving sight. Like shadow, I sit on the other side of the bed. Back resting on the headboard, legs crossed as I immerse myself in my book. Night turns morning when I wake up. The books still cling to my fingers. I set it on the table. Milena still asleep with beads of sweat on her forehead. Is she sick?