One Night One Mistake Novel Novels & Stories

lèa shyly answered. Smith thought quietly to himself. Could this be fate playing its part?. Could they really be the result of his one-night-stand mistake from four years ago? He wasn't really himself that night—he was drunk, everything was rough,and he couldn't think straight. He left at dawn before the lady could wake up. The next day, he sent his PA, Henry, to do a thorough check of the room, but he didn't find her. He still felt bad for not being able to apologize or see the woman who made him feel like a man.

He had no right to even glance her way after the long, uneventful day she had had because of him. "I don't know what you thought about me when we..." She took a deep breath to get herself together. His proximity, gaze, and the memories of that night were messing with her thoughts. "That night was a mistake." She stated, pushing his hand off of her again when he touched her. Christian didn't like it when she called it a blunder. He had loved it. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed a one-night stand like he had with her. He had tried the whole day to keep her mind off. He thought that being his normal self, he thought that getting a job from the bimbo would help him get his

She thought she understood exactly what she was getting herself into. She was wrong. Because before that year ended, Jasmine would meet someone who would change everything. A stranger. A man she never expected to see again. One reckless night. One mistake. One secret. A week later, Jasmine would discover the truth. The stranger wasn't a stranger at all. He was Jared's brother. The one man she should never have wanted. The one man she could never afford to fall for. And suddenly, the marriage Jasmine had agreed to survive for one year became the beginning of a secret far more dangerous than the lie that brought her into it.

The thought of how one night would change her life kept to ringing in her head even the following morning when she woke up and found herself naked in a strange room with a strange man "No no...please no"she muttered seeing what she had done and felt hot liquid drip down her cheeks, it was a mistake and her curiosity had landed her in trouble. She glanced around the room not wanting to see who was resting his head on her chest because she didn't want it to be true but a dream but when her eyes lowered down it was reality. Everything Seemed dark at that point her mind was in chaos she didn't even have the strength to get him off her but the deed was already done. *End of Flashback*

I didn't see his face but I saw a big dragon tattoo on his back. My tears started to fall when I saw that Leo was not the man that I slept with last night. I was crying when I left the room, which witnessed everything that happened last night. 'No one will know what happened, Charity.' I can't believe I had a one night stand with a stranger!

he murmured, voice echoing slightly in the confined space. How could I forget? It had been months ago—a stolen night after some family event I could barely recall now. We’d both had too much to drink, the attraction between us simmering for weeks until it boiled over. I’d ended up in his penthouse, in his bed, our bodies tangled in a frenzy of need and denial. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, a mistake we’d never repeat. But here we were, circling back like fate had other plans.

“...Dawn, whether you believe it or not, there was no plan; I didn’t deceive you. Everything I showed you and said was true. Your problems with Loraine are separate from our relationship. I didn’t use you; I didn’t treat you as a pastime. Everything just happened by coincidence. My only mistake was not telling you about Tito Louis and Tita Vanessa. I didn’t know how to say it to you. I know how much you love your dad, and I know you’d be deeply hurt once you find out. I was a coward because I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry for that. “As for me and Loraine, I don’t love her. She is not the woman I love; you’re wrong in thinking that. I love you. I want you to know that you are the first w

You don't have to work alone on this. His breath was raspy as his forehead pushed against mine. "I can't let you go." "You won't." A Fresh Danger The first night was a restless silence. We were all so exhausted that we fell into a restless slumber, calmed by the distant sound of the lake crashing on the coast and the gentle rustle of leaves. However, a small beep—a security alert—came from Damien's phone during the worst hours of the night. With his rifle in hand, he sprung to his feet. The delicate calm was broken by his sudden intake of breath.

The knot caught again, tying them as they came one last time and drifted into sleep still joined. Near dawn, shame flooded Elara.She’d begged, submitted, let a stranger dominate every inch of her body and craved more.Her pussy was swollen, sore, dripping with him. Bruises and bite marks covered her skin.This wasn’t who she was.She slipped carefully from his arm, dressed in shaking silence.Left a trembling note , Thank you for the shelter and for everything else. I’m so sorry. That wasn’t me. I’ve never done anything like this. Please don’t try to find me.

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."