That Was His Mistake Novels & Stories

he said slowly, “was a mistake.” The word hit harder than I expected. “A human one,” he added quickly. “But a mistake all the same.” I swallowed. “I agree.” He hesitated, as if weighing the truth against the cost of voicing it. “It can’t happen again,” he said. “Not because it didn’t matter. But because it did.” I closed my eyes. “That’s the price, isn’t it?” I whispered. “That it mattered.” “Yes.” What We Chose I sat at the long table, suddenly exhausted. He remained standing, like he didn’t trust himself to be closer.

And this time, there was no softness in them. Only certainty. "Because from where I'm standing," he continued, his voice lowered, "you're the only one here trying to rewrite what just happened." My pulse spiked. "That was a mistake." The words came out too quickly. Too defensive. And the moment they did, I saw it. That flicker in his eyes. It wasn't anger or hurt, but something worse. It was something that settled deep and quietly. "A mistake..." he repeated softly as if testing the weight of it.

He died the day he got his memory back. The Alpha King Eric of today was worlds away from me. He was the moon in the sky, and I was just worthless dust. He was a big shot in the business world, while I was just a little pebble he’d once stepped on, easily kicked aside. Just like a firefly can never compare to the moon, he was destined to be with an Alpha who shone just as brightly. If that was the case, why make myself miserable? Why be a stumbling block in his path? It was better to let go. Let him go, and let myself go too.

he continued spouting nonsense. "You promised me you'd take care of my grandma," I muttered through clenched teeth. "I did, I did," he replied, nodding. "But what can I say? It slipped my mind. By the time I remembered she was sick, it was too late. And I had no idea people would treat her like garbage after you got arrested for murder. It was an honest mistake." I scoffed. I couldn't believe Vincent was trying to brush it off as a simple mistake. It was too easy for him to say that. The word "mistake" was too light compared to what had actually happened. That so-called "simple mistake" was the reason my grandma was dead!

I asked, and he just shook his head, “Now pizza or—” “Food is not our concern now.” “Neither is this conversation, Maddison—” “Is my business.” “And so is William.” “But I'm not sleeping with Maddison.” “Neither am I with William.” “He said—” “It was a mistake.” “What?!” he raised his voice, making me move back, “you… you slept with him, by mistake?” he tried to sound as calm as possible. “Kiss. I kissed him back, he was talking all about—”

“‘Fine!’ Fine as if you were agreeing to attend a party after being forced. You don’t get to call me insane like you did not just pull that.” Zelest took slow strides, each step precise and sharp. Five seconds. That was the difference between each step he took. But I didn’t say that— he didn’t need to know that I’d observed the way he walked for no apparent reason. “So what did you expect me to do?” I was befuddled by his question. “How’d you think that would look on you? Behold, the perfect heir failed a course simply because he couldn’t get his emotions in check. How do you think that would reflect on your perfect little reputation?” His words came out as a slur.

He wasn't going to make mistakes anymore, especially the ones that were going to cost him a lot of damage. Even if he had made a few mistakes he was ready to correct them and make sure that they didn't hinder him any further. The only mistake that he must have made was to trust the wrong people and also make sure that he was able to start all over from scratch and deal with the excesses. Terrence picks up the phone deciding to make this man realize how stupid he was.

Chapter 69 "You call that a mistake?" He pointed looking very hurt with his glassy blue eyes. Was he hurt? Was he trying to make me feel guilty? I tucked my hair behind my ear and folded my arms. "What do you think it was? It was a mistake. I didn't do that on purpose. You called for it. If you had helped me stop the illness then, it wouldn't have happened. I pleaded with you. Even if it is just that once. I would accept yours as a mistake." I yelled back at him.

Michael wished he could say he wasn't thinking. Or that it had been his wolf dictating his actions and moving his body towards Killian’s. But he couldn’t. It was him and he had done it with the clear mind he was making a mistake. Maybe the biggest one he’d made so far. Or ever. Well, at least it was going to be his last. Because the mistakes we made with the clear mind they were a mistake were the most dangerous ones. He still did it.

“You didn’t push me. We both wanted it–” “We made a mistake,” he says firmly, clearly, each word clipped and exaggerated. “I regret it.”