Sexiest Mistake Novels & Stories

I just felt incredibly tired. My mother’s voice cut in abruptly. "We thought you moved on from this! Your sister made a mistake—" "A mistake?" I stared at her, astounded. “A fucking mistake?” My parents flinched, even Amara, but no one dared to lecture me about using proper language. “A mistake is spilling coffee on my favorite dress. A mistake is taking a wrong turn on the highway…but apparently sleeping with your sister's boyfriend for months and then getting pregnant was now classified as an ‘accident.’ A little oopsie that could be fixed with a band-aid?”

I drink a glass of whiskey, drumming my fingers impatiently on the wine counter. Selina's disappearance will affect not just my campaign; my business could crumble if the media discovers that they had been fooled by our charade of a lovely couple. I could only hope that they found her in time before a mess brews. **** The vixen has been caught. I begrudgingly walk into my bedroom, where she has been held, awaiting my arrival. She struggles against her bindings. Her vile mouth is, mercifully, taped. I don't need to hear the string of curses swirling on her tongue.

​The danger was that, despite everything he had done, part of me still wanted to be caught. ​And Damien Calder knew it. ​I stepped into the dress, the silk cool against my skin. It fit flawlessly, hugging every curve with a precision that felt like an embrace. The stylist zipped me up, the sound of the metal teeth clicking together final and absolute. ​"Beautiful," she murmured, stepping back to admire her work. ​I didn't feel beautiful. I felt like a masterpiece being prepared for an auction.

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.”

“You’re weird, almost-teenager. But I get it… *Alice in Pleasureland* is sexual, not sensual. To win over an 18-year-old guy, like I assume he is, you need to be sensual.” “I don’t think it’s totally sexual,” I countered, unsure. “Okay, episode 121: *The Seven Mistakes Men Make in Bed*: Not kissing Skipping foreplay Not moaning Not washing their cock properly Not grooming Thinking they’re in a p**n film Thinking it’s over just because they came.” I stared at him, then burst out laughing until tears fell. Jorel Clifford was a loyal listener of *Alice in Pleasureland*! “What’s the problem?” he asked seriously. “I’ll list the seven mistakes women make in bed.”

His words hit me like a physical blow and for a second I felt a tiny stupid crack in the wall around my heart as I remembered the man I loved, the man I gave up everything for, the man who promised me the world but I did not let it show on my face. I was not stupid to fall for his lies again. He may have thought my silence as an opening, Damon leaned forward and reached for my hands holding them just the way he used to years ago, his hands feeling warm and familiar. “I made a terrible mistake,” he whispered his thumbs stroking my knuckles. “I know that now I lost the best thing that ever happened to me and I will spend the rest of my life in regret, I should have seen the strong, most powerf

“Are you dumb now?” Leo’s eyes widened a fraction. I caught the microscopic tremor in his jaw, the sudden, icy realization of his mistake. He winced, his mind frantically trying to recalculate the algorithm of our survival after letting that single, fatal pronoun slip past his teeth. If I didn't act within the next two seconds, the private security detail in the corridor would have me pinned to the floorboards, the wax mask would be ripped away, and everything we had built would dissolve into a pool of blood.

I asked, even though I was fully aware of every decision I’d made tonight. He stiffened for a second. Like my question hit him. “You followed your heart. That’s what happened,” he replied. “Why? Do you see staying with me tonight as a… mistake?” Yes. I saw the two of us together as a mistake. I saw our past relationship as an even bigger mistake. And I saw that one careless, life-altering incident that tied us in an unwanted situation as the biggest mistake I’d ever made. But through it all, Adriana was an exception. She was my beautiful mistake.

When he sighted her,he looked towards her,his heart flipping as she laughed at something Sophie had said. He muttered confidently, his gaze slowly turning predatory as he stared at them. "Then I will make her trust me.Enough to let her crave for me," "What's Maya's favorite color ?" He sighed. He had no idea. The lady at the store stared at him. "Sir,if this is for a girl,I suggest pink would do," He sighed softly. "I wronged her,I.." "You are stressing too much over this sir,this is the latest headphone brand, and I am sure your girlfriend would love it," the woman spoke beaming.

At 2:47 p.m., more than 300 red alerts flashed across the screens in Langford Group's financial control center. The money hadn't been stolen. It was way worse than that because no one in the entire company could use a single dollar. Five billion dollars in client assets were locked in clearing accounts. The phones wouldn't stop ringing as banks, investment firms, and federal regulators scrambled for answers. My father, Richard Langford, sat in the conference room, staring at an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. My cousin, Ryan Langford, was glued to the server status reports, his face growing paler by the minute. The cybersecurity team had spent hours sifting through every system