Pretty Little Mistakes Novels & Stories

~Miss Pretty Seeing the first page of her diary made her cry. That was the time she started to write a diary about her feelings for Thyago. That was the time she started to foolishly fall for him. When she looked closely at the page, something suddenly took her attention when she saw a little note written below her notes. When she checked it, it was like a note so she read it. Dearest Miss Pretty: I have a confession to make. The very first time I saw that cute little girl named Bea, I know something strange tugged in my chest deep inside and maybe I'm not aware of it. She was so adorable, cute, shy, and smart.

right. After ten minutes of careful scanning, I crossed out the word chocolate as I finally marked it in the book. That took way longer than usual for such a long word. I looked through the list and glanced at the next word, 'Batter'. I slowly scanned the box of letters, looking over the letters. I noticed motion in the corner of my eye and I looked at the doorway. A girl in a dress peered at me, but her face was contorted. Her eyes were beady and black, and her mouth stretched all the way down to her stomach, a slimy tongue wiggling a little as the creature panted. I held in my scream as I watched saliva drip from the long teeth the mouth showed off. I dared a blink and refocused on the fig

I'll prove myself with my work that he didn't make a mistake hiring me. I handed him the file. He was sitting on the head chair. He grabbed it and his smile was professional. His gaze intensely lowered on the presentation file. The door cracked open, "Are we late?" I squeezed my eyes shut as I recognized the voice. I cursed inwardly. I heard footsteps trotting at the desk. I inhaled before turning. Lorraine's heels echoed on the marble floor. She was looking beautiful in a silver gown.

I also styled my hair into an elegant messy bun, put on light makeup, and stared at my appearance in the mirror, biting my lower lip. The gown was incredibly sexy; it hugged my body perfectly, and the slit on the side was quite long, accentuating my chest. Ever since I had given birth, they had grown larger. The fit was good overall, but it was just the chest area and the slit length that was a bit off. It seemed like it was designed with Penelope's height in mind. Good thing I had tall heels on.

I was still staring at the screen, trying to catch the words my brain was throwing at me, but I couldn’t keep up. I could think of a thousand things I wanted to say. I just couldn’t figure out the one way to say them. “What’s wrong with her?” Mum asked, lifting herself onto the counter as her eyes followed me. Mum was still in her nightdress—a teal silk gown—and her feet dangled over the edge. “I may have gotten her a spot in an exposition,” Jo said to mum. I closed the laptop, sighing as I did. “If I keep looking at the text and seeing her profile picture smile at me from the top right corner, I won’t be able to write anything, and I need to seal this deal,” I rushed out, caught in a burst

She had left mom and me a goodbye letter with a vague explanation of what happened. All the letter said was, “I’m sorry I can’t do this anymore. I’m in prison and I can’t escape. Don’t be sad for me mom. Maya everything will make sense soon and I hope you will forgive me and understand the prison I was in. Maya, I’m sorry, but I want you to outlive the prison don’t do it for me or anyone do it for yourself you are way stronger and smarter. I admit this because I know you. I love you” The letter, had her red lipstick on and teardrops which meant had been crying. I don’t understand what the letter means but I read it a dozen times and would still picture Macy in her red lipstick and smoky eyes

People had done worse for far less than he had to offer, for less than the mother of his child would stand to gain. “I don’t know why the mistake happened, I only know that it did,” Michaela stated, her pretty white teeth gritted. “But don’t flatter yourself by thinking I would go to such trouble to tie myself to you just to get money. In fact, don’t flatter yourself by assuming I have any idea who you are.” He barked out a laugh. “It’s hardly flattery to assume that a woman who is presumably well-informed and well educated would know who I was. Unless of course, you’re neither of those things.”

Meet Kristina Valdez She is an average and simple teenager. A little taller than usual standing 162 cm tall with her petite body weighing 48kg. She looks beautiful with her light brown eyes that perfectly matches the sun's warm tone. Having that sweet and awkward smile with her heart-shaped lips would make her everyone's girl crush but her beauty is unnoticed by most of the people because she rarely fix herself and she doesn't try to look good either. Kristina ties up her flowing brunette hair into a messy bun highlighting her rosy round cheeks. Kristina Valdez' POV

, so we don't touch (don't touch, no, we don't touch) That's my baby (don't touch) Our own love (don't touch) She said "yes", so we don't touch (don't touch, no, we don't touch) You're pretty, I'm pretty in front of our friends You're pretty, I'm pretty, some envy us You're pretty, I'm pretty, because we're getting married You're pretty, I'm pretty in front of our friends You're pretty, I'm pretty, some envy us You're pretty, I'm pretty, because we're getting married

“Shit, Aiden. You couldn’t correct this?” He threw the sheet back at Aiden, then played the verse, the supposedly wrong chord now right. I nodded slowly, playing the same melody. Unlike my brothers, I didn’t need the guidance of my notes. I knew every note, apparently even the wrong ones. “How did I miss it?” I leaned back. “Because you can’t hear your own mistakes,” Titus added. “Still a dumb idea, playing a song we’ll have known for a few days.” “What’s the matter, bro? Not getting any now that Tina’s out of the picture?” Bray snickered.