Perfect Mistake Novels & Stories

I whispered in disbelief. “It was a mistake.” I laughed bitterly through my tears. “A mistake?” “Yes.” “No.” I shook my head violently. “A mistake is accidentally putting salt instead of sugar into tea. A mistake is forgetting the flowers at the ceremony because you were nervous. A mistake is saying the wrong thing during an argument and regretting it afterward.” My chest tightened painfully as I stared at him. “But this?” My voice cracked. “This wasn’t a mistake, Roth. You didn’t accidentally fall into bed with her.”

Face impassive, I replied, "Go ahead. After all, someone spent considerable effort making it." I had barely finished speaking when Melissa Barker's eyes reddened. "Marissa, I truly didn't mean for this to happen! I worked overtime till 11 last night to place an order for this banner, so I must have accidentally sent them the wrong thing since it was so late. I'm genuinely sorry!" Before I could say anything, my boyfriend, Liam Yarrow, was already frowning. "Marissa, it's just a name. There's no need to make things difficult for Mel. Just pretend that it's your name on there and stop kicking up a fuss."

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I believe in second chances.” I crossed my arms and turned away from him, leaning on the balustrade, my gaze pinned on the door. “Look,” he continued. “I’m not going to give you that crap of we all make mistakes. I made a mistake, and I sure as hell acknowledge it, but we can’t let one mistake determine the trajectory of our lives forever.” “It’s amazing how we make mistakes in the moment and we don’t realize it’s a mistake until later in time,” I looked at him. “Don’t you think it’s absurd.”

He smelt so mesmerizing and addictive. Her eyes flung open. ‘No! Not a chance!’ It's her fault anyway. She was mean to him and unnecessarily embarrassed him and herself in public. And now, she's trying to put on the mean girl act to avoid facing the truth. She deserved not to get paid today. Kimberlee slowly turned to him. “I'm sorry," She said, rather to herself. " I had a lot of things running through my head and you were just there,” “Or, you're just a cynic, waiting to be triggered.” He said.

She went back home dejected and broken with no one to console her or even advise her on what to do. After brooding over the issue for three days more, she finally came to the conclusion that she has to choose between her life and the baby. She has a bright future in front of her and she will not allow the presence of the baby to hinder her life. She acknowledged her mistake, let the fact that her mother has left her sink and concluded that life goes on.

“This.” She looked down. Her eyes scanned the numbers. Quick. Precise. And then— She saw it. A mistake. Small. But real. Her fingers stilled. Just for a second. “I’ll correct it,” she said. Alexander didn’t move. “That’s not the point.” Amelia looked up slowly. “What is?” she asked. “You don’t make mistakes.” Her chest tightened. Slightly. “Everyone does,” she replied. “Not you.” The certainty in his voice—

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

Gary cleared his throat, hoping no one had noticed his hand, and casually retracted it. "I just panicked," Rowena repeated. She exhaled and this time with much more conviction, "I was overwhelmed. I've never had it that good before and I didn't know what to do with myself." Then she turned to Gary and with the utmost sincerity said, "I'm sorry, Gary."

he says softly and kisses me again. I've made mistakes before. So many times in my life. I've made mistakes again and again, repeated them over and over, but this, right now, this moment, this can't be a mistake, because mistakes aren't supposed to feel like this. They're not supposed to be so earth-shatteringly perfect with body-numbing pleasure. This can't be a mistake. It's just too good.

“Do I?” “Because we’ve made mistakes in the past,” I said slowly, watching her closely. “Things we regret. It's going to be hard for you to trust us if you know everything that we've done.” She tilted her head slightly, eyes still gentle. “We all make mistakes, don’t we? I don't think life would be so easy it's everyone were so perfect. It's scary to be perfect and it's okay to make mistakes. As long as the mistake doesn't take a person's life or completely ruin them, I think it can be forgiven.”