Ain T My Fault Novels & Stories

It is all my fault, Mine! I should never have gone to search for him, even after I found him with that bitch, I should have just left him, I should have just gone along with the mission, I should have just left him to his silly cravings, I should have put the mission first, I should have put Harriet and the mission first, this should never have happened, it is my fault. No, what the hell am I even saying, it’s not my fault, it’s his fault, it’s all Dominic’s fault and I’ll make sure he pays dearly for everything he has done.

At the same time, I couldn’t help but voice my discontent. What, even if this is my fault? From the beginning: If a bug comes out, it’s my fault. If you fall down, it’s my fault. If you hit me, it’s my fault. What did I do that was so wrong? I mean, even if you hate me that much, this is not right! Why would you hit a person? And with a car? I could have died! Just because I ran over your foot a little, you won’t die. Stop overreacting.

I reach my hand to cup his face and whisper, "This is not your fault." Taylor places his forehead against mine, and I see the bleak look in his eyes, a mixture of grief and guilt. "It is all my fault." The words are harsh and I flinch slightly, but I hold firm and repeat, "This is not your fault." Shutting off the shower, I let Taylor wrap me up in the biggest fluffy towel I have ever seen, pick me up and return me to his bed. Taylor is softly patting me dry when his phone rings, startling us both out of our intense reverie.

Anna is not the one at fault here, I'm the one at fault. If I hadn't booked a hotel room beforehand, I wouldn't have thought of going to any hotel and nothing would have happened between us. No matter how much I think about it, I think it's my fault. If Mr Williams hears about this, he will be disappointed and hurt. But what can I do? I have to tell him first before Mitchell does. "Good afternoon sir! Are you in the company right now?" I asked as soon as he picked the call "Yes, I am. Is there a problem?" he asked back

She couldn't complete her sentence. "It's not your fault babe. Don't push yourself hard. If there's someone to blame for everything, it was me. Everything started because of my infidelity. Now I am punished! Everything that I wanted is all taken to me slowly. You and Daniel are the only ones left but I could feel losing you both as well." Dwight bravely uttered. Accepting fault isn't easy to do. I'm glad he faces his fear and starting to conquer it. "No, it's not your fault. It was never been your fault." Alison tried to comfort him but Dwight this time is serious and man enough to stand up.

I knew something was wrong and it was his fault. “What is it?” I acted clueless. “I left your device online and it was live, every action between you and Miss. Amber went viral through the live."He explained to me meticulously and I screamed in shock. “What!” I hit my hand on the table in anger. “When have you become so foolish!?” I yelled straight to his face and he shivered. “I’m sorry, Sir. It is truly my fault and I will take responsibility.” he said. That was what he always said and at the end, there was no responsibility left for him to take. I sighed heavily, caressing my forehead as I was no longer thinking straight.

I couldn't let him kill her. "Don't you know you caused all this" he said and I turned my attention to him. "It's not my fault" "If you weren't born everything would have been perfect" He was trying to manipulate me and to be honest it wasn't working as effectively as the last nth times "It's not my fault" I yelled "Krystabel don't let him get to you"my mother warned "Don't deny it,it's your fault"he insisted with a drunk but sinister smile "It's not" I shouted this time

The aroma of freshly baked bread and savory sauces fills the air, heightening our anticipation. “Honestly, this is so sweet,” Faith says, tasting the chicken Alfredo with a grin. “I’m doing better, though. The swelling in my leg has gone down.” “I still can’t believe Theo let that happen to you,” I mutter, feeling the anger claw its way up my throat. I want to punch my best friend for pushing her to the point of such a detrimental injury, but I also know it was an accident. Or so I hope. “It’s my fault,” Faith says, ever the saint. “But let’s not focus on that.” She smiles at me again, her beautiful eyes reading the lines in my face like an open book. I’m glad I’ve made the decision to come

it's all my fault __________ Sighing loudly, I tossed the file I was working on carelessly on the table. I leaned back in, my chair, deciding to rest for a bit. This past few days, I had to keep myself busy with work. Avery had also not woken up. It was like the doctor lied about her being fine. Her stomach wound was already healing up, but she was not coming back. My unborn pup's shook me for days and it it still feels so unreal right now. I tried my best to withstand it, because I had to be strong for her, especially when she wakes up.

"It was an accident, it wasn't your fault, you know you didn't mean to hurt anyone." "It was my fault," she argued. "If only I could learn to control it, then maybe we wouldn't be here in this tiny little town in this god awful house-" "Hey, stop it," Raiden said softly, cutting his sister off. "None of this is your fault. You couldn't help what happened." "Exactly!" Tai said, groaning in frustration and ran her fingers through her long dark hair. "I couldn't help it; it was my fault!" "Oi, shut up," Raiden said suddenly.