Novel & Cerita That Was His Mistake

He got carried away. It was a mistake, that’s all. And it’ll be fixed just as quickly as it happened.

Seconds. And that was a mistake he would never let happen again.

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.

Isaiah I had made a mistake. A terrible, dumb as fuck mistake. There were people on my grounds! There were intruders in my estate all because I had made a fucking mess of things and underestimated who I was dealing with. Fuck. This wasn't just an attack. This was planned all along.

I shook my head slowly. “No,” I whispered again. But this time, it wasn’t denial. It was realization. A very cold realization. I had been a mistake. And now… He was fixing it.

The letters formed the word—'Mistake'—just as I had intended. Yes, that's what he was—A mistake.

I made a mistake! His voice suddenly rose. "It's all my fault! Please, this was all just a misunderstanding!'

Yet she clutched it like it was the most precious thing in the world. "Josiah, look, this is the watch you loved so much back then. I've kept it all this time. I know I was wrong. I know it with every fiber of my being. Please, won't you give me one more chance? I'll spend the rest of my life making up for the mistakes I made in the past." Her voice cracked with sobs, her eyes brimming with desperate pleading. I looked at the familiar watch, but I felt nothing. That painful chapter of my life had long since been washed away, buried beneath years of quiet, steady happiness.

I started "The first one was to love you, the second was to accept you as my mate even after knowing you will never be mine, my thrid mistake was to give you chance to get your love by asking you to reject me. Fourth one was to give you another chance, and fifth one was to try to make you happy. I don't repeat my mistakes, I gave you so many opportunities to make things better, but you never wanted things to be better, you are selfish and you only care about yourself. I am proud of myself that for the first time in my life I wasn't making a mistake, now LET GO" I shouted and he growled in response "Mistake? I will show what a mistake is" he said throwing me on the ground as he jumped on me

“Mary, wait!” His footsteps pounded after me, and before I could reach my room, his hand grabbed mine, holding on tight. “Just let me—” “Don’t touch me!” I snapped, ripping my arm from his grasp. I spun around, my chest heaving, “How could you?” “Mary, I swear, it was a mistake. You have to believe me,” he pleaded in desperation. A mistake. That’s what he called it. Like it was some spilled drink. Like it was something that could just be cleaned up and forgotten.