Perfect Mistake Novels & Stories

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

His suit was rumpled, but his face remained serene. Lena stood before him. "Your sister killed someone dear to me." Leo grinned. "And?" Lena's eyes blackened. "And now she knows that I can take something from her, too." The phone rang. Michael picked it up, handed it to Lena. Mara Varela's voice was cold. "You've made a mistake." Lena smiled. "No, you did. This is me fixing it." There was silence. Then Mara spoke. "What do you want?"

"What’s wrong? Are you hurt?" "I’m fine... Eric..." Gianna’s eyes welled up, her voice choked with tears as she clung to his arm pitifully. "It’s all my fault, I knocked over the wine glass... Is Miss Sera okay? Did I say something mean? Are you angry... I’m sorry..." She cleverly shifted the blame to me, making it seem like I was some jealous, wicked woman. Eric immediately frowned at me, his Alpha dominance pressing down like a mountain. "Seraphina! I warned you, don’t cause trouble! Do I have to punish you in public before you’ll listen?"

Dexter said, and I could see the worries and pains on his face. "I tried my best to win her over, but she was afraid that I would hurt her again, and her heart is now covered with coldness, and I don't think she was capable of giving me her forgiveness which I had been dying to receive." He added. "I knew made a stupid mistake, but it was the perfect thing to do at that moment; I think you already knew what happened between us and why do I need to do it; God knows I wanted her back." He continued, and I let him talk, and I listened without interrupting him.

I leaned over, every pore of my body taken over with the need to know what he was saying. "It’s quite simple," he said to me. "Before anyone ever found out I made a mistake, I would fix it. Well, everybody already knows about your mistake now. The only option left for you is to fix it. Do something so amazing that nobody even remembers the mistake you made before, and it is completely buried by what you did next."

“So, you want to be beautiful. Mindlessly flawless. To stun all those who've looked down on you. “He says to me. Repeating the words I said to him that night, and I gulp before nodding. He stares closely at me, and questions, “How old are you? “ “ Eighteen. “I reply, and he heaves a sigh. “ I don't mean to pry, but what makes you think you're not beautiful and perfect the way you are? “He questions, and I fall silent as distasteful memories split my brain. My aunties hurtful words, Amber's upper hand over me, how much my parents value Daniel over me, the flaws I have, and how far I am from the person I want to be. “That's my business. I just want to be perfect. Can you help me, or not? “I qu

“I should have never snubbed you like that, it wasn’t the time or place for me to act that way towards you, it was wrong of me and I apologize.” Stella leaned into me as she stared at Tomi who stared back at her. I broke their silent standoff with my words. “Babe, she had apologized. Let it go.” “Sure.” Stella drawled. “First impression really don’t matter much, what does matter is the second one right?”

All mine. “If I tell you that I made a mistake. Will you for-gi-ve me-me” She began stammering while speaking. “Of Course darling. You are my love. How can I stay angry with my beautiful chick.” Harry said. “If that mistake is a bigger one” Caroline asked slowly.

A million excuses crossed my mind, from which I can use. 'She might not be ok with it.' 'You haven't asked her permission to hold her.' 'That position seems way more uncomfortable than the one she was in.' or a simple 'as your beta I order you to put her down.' The last one being the one I like the most. It seems like it would get the job done quicker, but I don't. I stay quiet and nod. As calmly as I can, I answer a simple"ok." Knowing I would regret it later I turned away from them to look out the window.

A sudden pull on his new T-shirt made him pause. "Don't go far..." Her voice was hollow and weak. Her fingers trembled as they held onto his shirt. His heart was swelling and aching at the same time. He responded softly, "I won't.." She hesitantly let go, his eyes glancing back at her as he began to move away again. She stared emptily in the distance, his dress shirt in her hand, one sleeve of it dipping in the mud. His heart squeezed for her. This was all happening because of him. And that thought alone made him swear to fix this. It was his mistake. Whether it be from the past, it was still his burden to bear, and his to try and fix.