One Night One Mistake Novel Novels & Stories

ONE NIGHT DEAL (One Night Love’s Book 2) Blurb: In order to find the truth about their son’s case and whereabouts, Freya and Jacob decided to make a ONE NIGHT DEAL. Pretense, denial, deception, and secret love. They planned a game, but what if fate also played with them? Can they win the game of love? Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity?

Preferably a table filled with other domestic staff. "No...no...no...please.....don't." Her heart rate sporadically increased when she saw him take steps toward her. "Oh God, No!" She had no idea when she made a u-turn and started walking away from the venue. She didn't want to run so as not to raise suspicion or look stupid in the eyes of the dignitaries present. The worst mistake Nancy made was to look back, finding out Connor was just four steps away from her. "Fuckkkk!"

“You’re the worst PA I’ve ever had. In twenty-four hours, you’ve managed to poison me, sprain your ankle, and make me refuse a really helpful business offer.” I scoff, almost laughing. “Me? Have you met you?” The laughter finally breaks out. His brows furrow. “You act all cold and professional when it comes to me, but you flirt with Mrs Torres all evening, take Violet on fancy ice cream adventures, run a company that notified me six hours in that I’m to travel out of the States with you… Isn’t that too much of a punishment for one night mistake?” He doesn’t say a word. He just holds my gaze.

I don't react and pretend to be asleep. "I know you are awake" The man says and I ignore him. When I get the job, I will move out and maybe that way, he will miss me more. "Nicole" Alessio lifts the blanket and pulls me in a sitting position and I groan in dissatisfaction. Did he have to do that. It's rude and he needs to know that I can get angry too. "I am sorry, okay?" I stare into his dark eyes and wonder if he means it. He always says sorry but repeats the same mistakes again.

Like I was the only person in the room. I told myself I only came down for water. But that was a lie. I wanted him. His question made my heart drop straight to my stomach. Was it a mistake?No.It was not.Last night was not a mistake.And this moment was not either. But everything was moving so fast. Too fast. My heart was running ahead of me and I did not know how to catch it.I did not know how to say any of that.Slowly, I opened my eyes. Our foreheads were still touching.

A man who woke up tangled in hotel sheets with another man? He shut his eyes tightly. “This didn’t mean anything,” he whispered aloud. “It was a mistake.” That night had been about rebellion, about escaping his father’s expectations, about losing himself in something reckless and stupid. It hadn’t been about desire. Or identity. Or anything deeper than the bitter taste of whiskey and the heat of skin against skin. But deep down, Devon knew better. It wasn’t the physical act that haunted him. It was the way he had responded to it. How easily it had all happened. How natural it had felt. That terrified him more than the possibility of scandal or exposure.

Lyra's pov. I’ll never forget the night I lost my virginity. It’s the moment my life changed. Much more than just my life—my world. It came crumbling down when it isn’t my boyfriend who ends up inside me. If I had known what would happen, maybe I would have never left this party. It’s the beginning of all my mistakes… “One! Two! Three!... DRINK!”

Annabelle. "You should focus...on me," he whispered after freeing my lips. There was a hint of warning and dissatisfaction in his tone, and I figured that he must have realized that my mind had been elsewhere, even if it was only for a brief moment. His lips captured mine again before I could say anything, and the way that his tongue moved against mine so enticingly made me forget about everything else. I felt extraordinarily bold, although this was my first time having a one-night stand. The thought that I would never get to see this man again made it seem like it didn't matter what he thought of me; I felt so brave and so liberated.

Despite he doesn't look good already? “Start the car,” he insists, and his profuse sweat begins to fall all over his body. “To-to-to the hospital?” I mutter nervously as I step foot onto the accelerator. “No,” he firmly says. “They might follow us to the hospital. I believe there are more of them. Take me to my apartment.” Our second-night mistake happened in his apartment, so I didn’t ask for his address anymore. Instead, I focus my undivided attention on the long road ahead.

“Answer me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “It happened once,” she whispered. Her voice was broken. So soft. But he heard it clearly. “Once?” he repeated slowly. She nodded weakly. “It happened only once.” She was not looking at him. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. “It was a mistake,” she added. Her shoulders were shaking now. He felt something twist inside his chest. A mistake. A one-night mistake. Under his roof. He turned away from her for a moment.