Their Mistake Her Rise Novels & Stories

Michael asked no one. "Every time I wake up, there isn't a day where I don't feel regret." said Michael between sobs as he tilted his head up, He took a deep breath before continuing, "And every time I sleep, I'm always haunted by that memory. Memories of that night, Diana, the night you died" "Every day, I ask myself. Why? What did I think to make such a fatal mistake, Diana. I admit that I am a jerk for daring to do all of that to you, Diana.

“You know, a little celebration?” She slightly tilted her head, a tightening expression I couldn’t fathom in her eyes. “Really?” “Yeah,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Sounds great, right?” “I’m sorry to burst your bubble, Mr. Harrington, but I take my work seriously and don’t mix it with fun.” Ouch. That was a blatant rejection right there. I swallowed hard, clearing my throat slightly. How could I convince her? She felt like a hard nut to crack, and that was going to take a lot of work.

I blew out an exasperated breath. “It’s ‘Zhor-nee’ actually.” She smiled, completely straight face and not even blinking. The woman had seemed so normal a few minutes ago. “Right… Zhor–nee.” I breathed out a sigh of relief when she nodded. I did not want to get cancelled over this. “You know what happens when you make one mistake, Zh… You know?” “You fix it and move on?” “Right.” I snapped my fingers. “That’s what you do. You fix it, and YOU MOVE ON, right?”

When her wings were done growing seconds later she took another look at me, “Stay safe. Don’t do anything stupid.” “Me?” I scoffed, “Stupid? Have you seen how you look right now?” She winked and bent at the knees, thrusting herself into the air as if she were born to fly. Maybe it was her instincts kicking in that allowed her to learn so quickly but without any fear or second though she was gaining height until finally disappearing from view. Seconds that’s how long it took for the biggest mistake of my life to happen. I don’t know why I was focused so hard on the sky, it was a deep black still sparkling with those stars and swirls of magic from the barrier and yet I didn’t notice him.

It was almost as if her mother were tempting her fate, daring Serendipity to make the costliest error imaginable. From time to time, another question appeared in her head: had she done it on purpose? No, of course not! Despite the difficulties of living with a mother who had no problem voicing her opinion when it came to Serendipity’s shortcomings and two sisters who berated and belittled her from the moment they crawled from their beds in the morning until they finally went to sleep late at night, she had not done it on purpose. It had been a simple mistake. Two similarly colored canisters, both labeled with words she could not read, no one to help her…. She had made a careless mistake--but

I added. It was obvious from her face that she was even more annoyed by what I said. Is it my fault that she made a video call with me? Is it my fault that her day will be bad because of me? Anyway, she has a bad attitude as well as her face, so maybe it's okay that her day is also bad! "The usurpers are different now, the faces are already thick!" I laughed out loud at what she said.

I saw her hesitate, her hands trembling as she gripped the tray. She glanced at Salvatore, everyone was afraid of the devil, and then back at me. I narrowed my eyes. I hadn't slipped this girl a year’s salary just for her to lose her nerve now. Finally, she moved. She wove through the tables, her steps unsteady, and as she reached us, she staged a perfect, clumsy stumble. She grabbed the back of Iris’s chair to "steady" herself. "I’m so sorry, Miss Russo! I... I made a mistake, I'm so clumsy," the girl stammered, her face flushed.

The sight of it—of her strength, her refusal to shrink—affected me more. They were watching her rise. Measuring it. Trying to decide when and how to intervene. And in doing so, they’d made one catastrophic mistake. They’d underestimated her resolve.

She didn’t see who had tripped her. Whenever she went down like that, with a loud slap on the tile, it was always her mission to get the hell out of there. She hadn’t been prepared for the fall. Sometimes she was and was able to catch herself. This time, she didn’t. She’d actually been enjoying Alfie’s company. Her first biggest mistake. Running fingers through her hair, she looked up and finally stared at her reflection. “It doesn’t matter. You’re a good person. Hold your head high. The countdown to leaving is already happening.”

I hate her", ~ Elora clenched her fist tightly as she remembered. " It was a mistake ", " A mistake? It was a mistake?", she asked feeling her pulse rising and falling so fast and so deep " I didn't mean to do that", " A mistake, that was someone's life, that was someone's future, that was someone's happiness but what? It wasn't deliberate?" she yelled heavily, wishing she could draw her out of her body and beat the hell out of her.