The Right Mistake Novels & Stories

“A plus-size Luna is a disgrace to my pack. I, Alpha Hunter, reject you, Maya, as my fated mate.” Those words shattered Maya’s world, but they didn’t break her spirit. Looked down upon by her family and mocked by the pack for not fitting their perfect, athletic standards, her only hope was the Moon Goddess’s sacred bond. Instead, she received public humiliation. Heartbroken, she flees into the forbidden lands, fully expecting the rejection spark to kill her. But fate has other plans. She is rescued by Lawrence, the most feared Lycan King on the continent—a brutal, powerful Alpha who doesn’t care about superficial pack standards. He sees her true worth, worships her curves, and claims her as his ultimate Queen. Now, her old pack is facing ruin, and the Alpha who discarded her needs a savior. But when Hunter comes crawling back to beg for her forgiveness, he will find Maya sitting on a grander throne, protected by a monster he can never defeat.

Azalea decides to go to the bar and forget all her problems for one night. She ends up having a one night stand with a stranger and months later, she finds out she is pregnant. Her whole life crumbles because she has nothing to her name, and definitely no intention of looking for the father of her baby.  Ace Black, a billionaire who happens to be sterile, has been searching for Azalea after the one night stand. He is shock when he finds out she's pregnant with his child even though his doctor tells him it's impossible. What will Azalea do when she finds out Ace decides to fight for custody of the baby? Will she put up a fight or just back down and let him willingly take her baby? When the unexpected starts to happen between the both of them, will she be able to keep fighting?

Sera Ashvale has spent her whole life being invisible. No wolf, no rank, no future. Just a silver mark on her wrist her mother told her to keep covered and never question. When the Alpha King rejects her at Presentation Ceremony in front of everyone who matters, she walks out with her chin up and does not look back. What she does not know is that those three words did not end something. They cracked open a seal that someone paid to maintain for five hundred years. Beneath that seal is Lyra. The original wolf goddess. And she is waking up. Kael Dravon is the most powerful Alpha alive. He rejected Sera to protect his throne. What he does not know yet is that his bloodline is the reason the seal existed in the first place. The rejection was not the end of their story. It was the beginning of a correction five centuries overdue.

When Aria Harrington returns home to find her family murdered and her twin sister Lira sacrificed to pay a debt, she vows revenge on the ruthless Alpha Kol Lannister— the man who ordered their deaths. I pressed my palm to the fresh dirt. "You loved him once, Lira." What a bittersweet lie. I thought Lira had met Alpha Kol by chance and they fell in love but after the story my uncle had told me, I realised Lira hadn't loved him. She was forced to and she wanted out. But she wasn’t smart enough. Well, I wouldn't make that mistake. "I'll make sure he dies loving me." ———— Three years later, Aria returns, using her uncanny resemblance to Lira to stoke Kol’s obsession. But when Kol forces her into a sham marriage, Aria discovers the horrifying truth: Lira is alive, and she’s been pulling the strings from the shadows. Now, Aria must choose between her revenge and the twisted bond forming with Kol even as she begins to question herself— Why did Lira fake her death, and what is her plan now? Does Kol truly love her, or is this punishment for Lira’s betrayal? What does Uncle Jarek know about Lira that Aria doesn’t? And most importantly, will she follow through on her revenge, or will she completely fall for the very man she had vowed to kill?

"I wore my sister’s diamond ring to survive. I never planned to steal her monster of a husband." ---- "You disgust me, Serena. Don’t think for a second this ring means I won’t ruin you." Those were the first words Julian Cross ever spoke to me. My twin sister, Serena, had it all—the glamour, the billion-dollar inheritance, and Julian, the ruthless, untouchable king of the city’s underworld. I was the hidden twin, a secret our family buried in the shadows to protect their perfect image. While she wore diamonds, I dealt cards in an underground casino just to survive. Until the night Serena vanishes, leaving behind no trace of her whereabout. With a fragile corporate empire on the verge of collapse, my family gives me a deadly ultimatum: step into Serena’s designer heels, wear her wedding ring, and fool her terrifying husband. Just until they find her. I thought the hardest part would be pretending to know a world of wealth I'd never touched. I was wrong. The hardest part is surviving Julian. He and Serena didn't just have a loveless marriage; they were locked in a venomous war. But when I don't flinch at his cruelty, when my street-smart instincts take over and I fight back instead of cowering, the cold hatred in Julian’s eyes shifts into something more dangerous. Obsession. "You used to beg for my attention, Serena. You used to cry when I ignored you." He said. "You used to bore me to death," he murmured, "Now? I can't figure you out. It's driving me insane." But in Julian's world, every lie has a price. The closer he gets, the closer he is to realizing I'm a fraud. And then, the phone rings. It’s Serena. And she wants her husband back.

Eva Cooper’s world fell apart the day her husband stopped seeing her as a wife and started treating her like a stranger. She gave him her heart, her trust, and even her kidney, yet all she got in return was rejection and pain. When she is diagnosed of terminal leukemia, and the doctor told her she had only a short time left to live, Eva’s only wish was to feel loved one more time. But Bradley, the man she sacrificed everything for, was too busy entertaining another woman. “I needed you, Brad,” she said with tears in her eyes. “But you chose her.” He looked at her coldly. “You left me first, Eva. You deserve whatever you’re facing now.” What neither of them knew was that fate had a twist waiting — one that would expose lies buried for years and bring Eva face-to-face with the truth of who she really is.

How rich can a person be? My wife is incredibly rich. People call her "The Queen of Cloudridge" because nearly half the city's properties are owned by her. We've been married for five years, and every time she goes out to meet her first love, she transfers a property to my name. By the time I have 99 homes in my name, she suddenly notices that something has changed. I no longer cry, beg, or ask her to stay. I simply choose the finest mansion in all of Cloudridge, bring the property deed with me, and wait for her to sign it. She signs the papers, and for the first time, she softens. "When I get back, let's go watch the fireworks together." I quietly tuck the agreement away and hum in response. But I never tell her what she's really signed this time. It's not a property deed. It's our divorce agreement.

Four years ago, Ellie Harper walked away from Damien Calder because loving him felt like disappearing inside his life. She had slowly reshaped herself around him, rejecting opportunities, prioritizing his schedule, and losing the creative ambition that once defined her. Terrified she would become “Damien Calder’s girlfriend” instead of herself, she left the only man who ever made her feel truly seen. Now, a leaked paparazzi photo has turned them into public obsession and triggered a scandal threatening both Ellie’s career and Damien’s empire. With limited options, Ellie agrees to Damien’s solution: a temporary contract marriage designed to control the damage before it destroys them both. But moving back into his orbit reopens every buried wound: old rituals, dangerous chemistry, and the terrifying realization that the safest emotional home she has ever known may still consume her. Because the real question is no longer whether the marriage is fake. It is whether they can love each other without one of them disappearing.

Warning: Mature Content Shock, cold and absolute, rippled through me. My jaw dropped. “Owned? I am not an object! You can’t just—” His dark chuckle cut me off. It was a chilling sound, devoid of warmth. “Oh, but I do, little bird. You became mine the moment your dear brother, Carlos, sold you to clear his debts. Along with almost all the shares in your father’s company.” The air left my lungs in a ragged gasp. What was he talking about? That couldn't be true, yet the look in his eyes said otherwise. He had sold me like an object, like chattel. Rage, raw and unadulterated, surged through me, eclipsing the fear for a fleeting moment. I tried to push past him, to escape and to run anywhere but his hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck, not quite choking but enough to hold me in an iron grip. He pinned me to the wall, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning with an intense possessive fire. “You now belong to Lorenzo Blackwood,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You are mine. To possess. To claim. To own.”

When Yelton Group tanked, their CEO and his wife showed up at our door, begging for a marriage alliance. My dad, thinking I was still head-over-heels for Rosie after ten freaking years, threw a million into their sinking ship and signed me up to marry Rosie. Wedding night? She blindfolded me and kept whispering how bad she wanted it. A month later, I tested positive for an STD. Then I caught her bragging to her friends. "Quinn got wrecked by, like, a dozen girls," she laughed. "Wanna guess who gave him the infection?" Her friends were cracking up. "I scouted all the grossest red-light spots," one said. "Each one's got a different flavor." "Just wait," another giggled. "When the symptoms hit hard, we'll know who wins." Rosie added, "Prize money's ready. Soon as we figure it out, she gets paid." That's when it hit me. It wasn't Rosie in bed that night—it was a lineup of strangers she set up. I lost it. Went straight to her, demanded answers. She didn't even flinch. "Mad? Please. If you hadn't dangled that million to force me into this marriage—or scared Caleb off—do you think I'd waste my time on you? "Once Caleb forgives me, you're done." I asked for a divorce. She locked me in the basement. "Chill," she said. "We're still placing bets on who gave you the STD." Six months later, I died down there. Just rotted away. Then I woke up—right back on the day her parents came begging for that deal. Only this time, on the wedding day? She was the one crying.