The Mistake Elle Kennedy Novels & Stories

He replied. I squeezed my eyes shut. It was painfully obvious where this was going, and I wanted to listen to it myself. "What mistake?" I asked and heard the man sigh again. "You know very well, sir." The man replied before he quickly added. "It has been chewing my insides for six years now. The mistake my men made by taking the wrong person from that mansion... That poor little girl..." The man stopped. I could still feel Ella shaking in my arms as she cried her heart out. I made her cry. That was all my fault.

“Do you know how much time and energy I’ve spent trying to figure that out? I thought..maybe you’d found out about the cars. That you put me in the tampered car on purpose. Or maybe someone had ratted me out? Or that I’d somehow messed up my own plan. But now you’re telling me it was literally just a simple mistake? That you just forgot your purse? That’s how my plan was foiled? From a fucking mistake?” I nodded. “Yes,” I said. I was stunned. She had tried to kill ME that night, all those years ago? If I hadn’t forgotten my purse, I would have been the one in the accident that night? I didn’t know what to say. “Jesus.” It was Cameron who broke the silence. “That’s messed up, Ellie. Your own

I scoot closer to her and place my hand on her shoulder, “You know you can talk to me about anything, Elise. That last time, it was rough. I felt like you were taking their side over mine, and it hurt me deeply.” “I know, and I’m sorry.” Her gaze goes back to her fingers which are picking at a loose thread on her flannel pajama bottoms, “I messed up, Ella.” “You made a mistake, there is a difference.” I squeeze her shoulder. “No, you don’t understand. I messed up really bad; I trusted the wrong person.” I notice a teardrop drip from her eye, and now I’m really concerned. “Hey, what is it?” Elise shakes her head, “You’re going to hate me after I tell you.”

"I don't have anything left to live for. My biggest regret in my life is meeting Sean. If I haven't met him, I would have grown old happily with my parents. I would have lived a simple life, and my mother wouldn't have died because of me. My father wouldn't have died of depression either." Her biggest mistake was returning to the country. If she hadn't done so, she would not have fallen in love with Sean. She wouldn't have caused him to lose his position as President. Then, none of this would have happened. Now, she would lose her life before she could even take revenge. "My family is just unfortunate. Hodge, you've caused me so much misery. Please bury my ashes beside my parents on my behal

“Why do you make everything so...ridiculous?” “Because you make it too easy,” I replied, my grin refusing to fade. “Look, Eloise, I’m not the one calling kisses ‘mistakes’ like they’re typos in a text message. A mistake is forgetting your wallet, not...that. not almost having an intercourse” “It was a mistake,” she snapped, finally meeting my eyes. “I was exhausted, emotional, and not thinking straight. And I’m sorry if that bruises your massive ego, but it’s the truth.”

Emmitt righteously reprimanded Eleanor. Eleanor clenched her teeth, "I only made a mistake, and this doesn't prove that I cheated Sebastian. This is because he treated me too coldly then which is his fault as well." Emmitt was waiting for her to say that, so he squinted his eyes and asked, "Ms. Thompson, are you sure that you've only made one mistake when you were giving birth to your daughter? Did you only cheat my client, Mr. Gonzalez once?" Eleanor immediately said with certainty, "I am certain. Regarding the matter about my son, it happened before we were married. At that time, it could not be considered as a cheating, but regarding my daughter, it was only a coincidence that I made a mi

“That bloody b*stard tricked my son! I won’t let that happen-” There’s a knock on the door and Elle enters the room, looking disheveled. Her eyes are red because she has been crying for the past two days. Reporters are hounding her for questions but she refused to come out of the room because she lost her beloved Hector. Vincent groans. He doesn’t care about this girl at all and must get rid of her. She’s a liability on his side and he can’t risk any chances. “Miss Elle,” Jeremy begins. “I’m afraid this isn’t a good time. I’ll ask one of the staff to escort you back to your room.”

Mom asked me, her tone filled with curiosity. “Mom? How do you know Eloise Kendall, how do you know that evil woman?” I asked her in anger, raising my voice. “No son, you don’t understand. I think there is a terrible mistake somewhere. I know Eloise Kendall; I’ve been friends with Eloise for twenty-four years now. She helped me get over my grief after your sister was stolen. She was so kind and understanding; she knew the right words to say every time. This must be some kind of mistake, I don’t think we are talking about the same person. Just wait right there, I’m coming!” She told me.

She backed away until her shoe hit a piece of iron. "I did not send that," Elena said as her voice shook. "Nichole, I swear. I do not have my phone. It is in the car." "Then who took it?" Xavier said a he looked into the shadows along the walls and the truth hit me like ice. We did not tell anyone about this meeting and the person who took the picture was standing inside our kitchen while we slept. Oh my God! We had a leak in our circle and the person is among the four of us.

"Not only that, she invited Kennedy to bungee jump at West Yerwick this morning. Think carefully, Mr. Greer. Bungee jumping in November is a suicide mission!" Eli could only imagine the freezing cold and the fear that eclipsed Kennedy. "Kennedy is hospitalized from shock," he added. Never in Eli's life had he been so interested in gossip. This particular incident excited him. "Is that true?" Winston was in disbelief. Eli nodded hard. Of course, it was all true! "But why did Ms. Caldwell find trouble with Kennedy when they didn't have bad blood? Mr. Greer, think!" Eli urged Winston to consider the possibility, and Winston did so.