Their Mistake Her Rise Novels & Stories

I murmured. For a moment, she said nothing. Her eyes lingered on the flowers — wilted things that looked too much like us: still trying to be beautiful in the wrong season. Then she gave a low, humorless laugh, the sound brittle like glass underfoot. “There’s no need for your apology, Quincy. I’ve made peace with it. With myself. With the mistake.” Mistake. The word cut through me like a slow tear. “You don’t have to call it that,” I said.

She gives her all she has. He pulls quilt to each other's bodies which are bare and then take her in her arms. She rested her head on his chest and slept cuddling to him. Totally oblivious what will be the consequence of their one beautiful mistake. Precap: A small smile adores her face by looking at him who is sleeping peacefully beside her, naked. Her gaze goes to the frame leaving her shocked to realize what she has done.

I'll prove myself with my work that he didn't make a mistake hiring me. I handed him the file. He was sitting on the head chair. He grabbed it and his smile was professional. His gaze intensely lowered on the presentation file. The door cracked open, "Are we late?" I squeezed my eyes shut as I recognized the voice. I cursed inwardly. I heard footsteps trotting at the desk. I inhaled before turning. Lorraine's heels echoed on the marble floor. She was looking beautiful in a silver gown.

As soon as She got to her room, She broke down in tears, realizing the gravity of her mistake. Hwa knew she had made a grave error in judgment, and the consequences of her actions will surely come back to haunt her. She vowed to let Yeon know about her mistake and maybe he would forgive her. She wiped her tears with the determination of making things right and not think about her Ex anymore. -----------End Of Flashback-----------

She was shorter than Rebecca, but you can see she had elegance and style. I knew that because in these two years, I take her with me to a few parties, and she was turning heads around. But she was so simple many times, in her multicoloured pyjamas and fluffy slippers. I did not appreciate the fact she was just beautiful the way she was. I was eager all the time for something better, and now I have some regrets. But again I'm forcing myself to be an idiot and go over it. I did not see the colour of the traffic lights turn red, and I did not stop. That was the moment when my life flashes back in my eyes, the screaming coming from Rebecca and after just pain and darkness.

He seemed annoyed at the thought of his father, to the extent that he suddenly slammed on the brakes and almost hit the two of them, especially Elise. “Hey! What are you doing? Have you –” the woman’s words stopped when suddenly Brian pulled her and bit her lips, making her scream. Elise tried her best to fight back, but Brian, who was angry, couldn’t fight her. However, when the man felt the tears of despair of the woman he was courting, guilt slowly set in. He slowly released her and rubbed her face roughly. “Sorry I did not mean to-“ “Am I that insulting to you just because of my mistake that night?” asked Elise, without even daring to look at Brian.

“Oh! Then you had an affair with his beloved son. How do I put it? You are tired of old blood, and wanted something fresh,” “Stop it!” I yelled. “What we had was a mistake, a mistake I wish I could reverse. We were both damn drunk. It was just a one-night fling that wasn't meant to happen, and it will never happen again,” “Oh a fling! I like the sound of that. And how are you sure it won't happen again. You know what, that night was one hell of a night I can't easily do away with,” “Suit yourself, and mind you, you ought to give me some respect here, I am your father's wife,” I warned.

"I'm pretty entertained." "I was supposed to have the upper hand," she muttered, standing abruptly as if trying to reclaim some shred of dignity. "You were supposed to be on your knees by now." "Well," Keegan said, eyes raking her over with appreciation, "you're not wrong about the effect, just... maybe misjudged the execution." Grace huffed. "I'm leaving. This was a mistake." She turned to storm off in a blur of flustered pride and silk—but, of course, tripped on the hem of her robe and nearly face-planted.

Beauty had a way of making people forget everyone here was born privileged. She stopped at the notice board and searched the quarter assessment rankings. Her name appeared in the top fifty, exactly where she expected it to be. A small smile touched her lips before she looked lower for Elena. It vanished when she found rank three hundred and fifty. Pathetic. She turned at once. make this a bit longer and no single line paragraph except necessary

She uttered and took a pause, during which she stared thoughtfully into space before she started to speak. Her voice became flat now as if she was reading her words from somewhere and not thinking about them. “I wanted to summon the Hencher mistress, I wanted to call everyone’s attention to the fact that a mistake had been made, but I didn’t. I decided to wait till dawn to tell everyone… and that was the mistake I made.” She said, still staring motionlessly.