Perfect Mistake Novels & Stories

"I want to tell her that everything that happened was my fault" ****** "Stop this Tiana, you know i wont let you leave" Marcus stood up immediately "I don't think I would need your permission to do that, incase you forgot, I'm an adult." "Tiana please calm down, we certainly can talk about this" Jess tried taking the bag away from Tiana " There's nothing to talk about Jess" the certainty in her voice was a pain in Marcus heart. "I am really sorry Tiana, I'm ready to make this right" sincerity really evident in his voice

INTRODUCTION Ayla is just a simple girl, everyone loves her because of her nice attitude and gorgeous face. Her life is just simple not until she meet the man that will change her life, the man that she will love. She’s even willing to do everything for him, including being his beautiful mistake. PROLOGUE Beautiful scenery and cold air caresses my skin. The different kind of flowers and bird noises gives me comfort. This is the kind of silence I want. I am not the kind of girl who believes in love, for me love is a lust, hormones and being made my by our mind and think that it was love.

She looked shocked, which implied that she was hearing about what the woman had gone through for the first time. I could feel the pain in Pamela's voice, so I got to my feet and hugged her. "Making a mistake is OK. What is unacceptable is how people constantly judge us for those mistakes. We will always make mistakes, but the best part of making those mistakes is learning from them." I whispered. I showed them my wrist, and the brand was still fresh on it. "If I could go back in time, I know I wouldn't have done anything differently. I think I'm still going to cheat, and even if I didn't, I'd still dump the man I was to marry at the altar because I know his true colors."

“I know I messed up…I know I….I made a huge mistake, but we can still get through this. Let’s just go in and talk about how we’ll solve this.” “I told you! Nothing to talk about.” “Yes, there is!” Her voice rose. “We have everything to talk about! Baby, you can’t just shut me out because of a silly mistake I made.” Felix scoffed. “You’re pathetic. You still see all of this as a silly mistake? You’re not even remorseful about what you did! How could you, even? When all you see this as is a silly mistake.”

The curse sounded foreign coming from her mouth, wrong and right at the same time. I couldn't help the smirk. "Did Little Miss Perfect just say 'fuck'?" "That's what you're focused on right now?" Her voice cracked. "I can't believe I let you touch me. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think—" She cut herself off, pulling on her shirt with shaking hands. "Quinn—" "Don't." She held up a hand. "Don't say anything. This was a mistake. A huge, catastrophic mistake. And it's never happening again."

“I wanted to tell you, but I was so ashamed.” I go to take her hand, but she flinches and pulls it away. This is what I’ve been so afraid of. Ava was right. I was the perfect daughter. The one who never made any mistakes. The one that thought things through before, except for that one time. Now their image of me is tarnished. Now they know that I am just like them. Human. The Ace card I had over Ava was gone. I was in the same boat as Ava. I made mistakes that are now hunting me. Sleeping with Calvin remains the greatest mistake of my life.

Then he let out a loud sigh. "It was a mistake." I looked at him. simply looked. Because it seemed that he had finally gone insane. "A mistake?" I asked again. "Yes." "A mistake is forgetting your keys." His expression grew dark. "Making coffee with salt instead of sugar is a mistake." Darian turned away his look. It seemed as though he was trying not to smile. I pointed straight to Taryn. "Sleeping with your assistant is not a mistake.” One of the council members cleared his throat clumsily for the first time since arriving.

"They've intercepted one of the trucks." There is a version of this moment where I react. Where something moves across my face or my posture shifts or the temperature in the room drops the way people describe in stories. That version doesn't happen. I simply think about who made the mistake that allowed this to happen, and how far that mistake has already traveled. Mistakes always travel upward. That is the physics of this world. "Where?" I ask. He tells me. I stand.

There was no reason for me to be angry since the conversation went well, a little too well but still I’m angry. Anybody who knows me knows am a perfectionist, there shouldn’t be any flaws in my plans or projects. Because if there’s even a slight error I go berserk. It’s like a thing I was born with I’m not a perfectionist because I love precision. I’m a perfectionist because I don’t survive mistakes, Perfectionism isn’t ambition It’s defense and I don’t leave room for error. People like me don’t get margins! I notice disorder before I notice anything else. It’s like seeing a chair pulled out too far with the need to correct it or a stack of papers misaligned on the table, or maybe Someone’s

A hiss comes from the mouth of tall man. I take off my white blazer that I wore, then throw it away carelessly. Then, my hand grabs a pair of sword of mine from the back. “Let’s start our game.” - Perfect Mate -