Books Like My Fault Novels & Stories

I received a text from a ‘ZAH’ that read: “We can meet in my room for the project. Bet yours would be filled with bookshelves and orders.” That human version of a static noise. How dare he give me orders. Who did he think he was? As far as I was concerned, we’re enemies of rival packs. But, I needed to pass this course, even if it meant putting up with his cockiness. I entered the library, picking textbooks from the Rogue Psychology section as I went straight to Zelest’s quarters. “You don’t give me orders, Hawthorne.” I said as I twisted the doorknob of his room.

“I was really eaten up with guilt yesterday. I never expected you to have such a bad temper. I’ve always treated Joel like a brother. Don’t be mad anymore, okay?” Mandy said, wiping at tears that were not there. “It’s still my fault though…” “If I’d known my limits, you wouldn’t have left. Mrs. Xanders, even though I was so guilty I almost jumped off the rooftop, please don’t blame…” “Are you done?” my mother cut her off with a sneer. “Girls these days really don’t learn anything good at such a young age. You just constantly put on an act that you’re a pure and innocent girl among the boys.

Even the tree consoled them,the dry leaves falling on them. Joy listened secretly " is it really not my fault". For all the years she lived in the dark, covering the blanket of sorrow,opening deep scars in her heart,was it really not fault? Even I, have my scars. Sometimes, I'd cry at nights thinking about why things went wrong and if it isn't really my fault. Thinking of my pains and being locked in a cage where I think I need freedom,I created my character and I try my best to write in a way that my readers understand the pains of my character.

Kali's grip holding me down, I could hear the creaking of my skull underneath her strength. "You're not focused," she said. "Stop thinking about how you have failed and how it was never really your fault. You're just a byproduct of your society." "It's not my fault," I squeezed out. "Of course it is. Do you believe that you aren't at fault for your own demise? I know how you've lived. You steal, kill, and lie your way through life." "You don't know me!"

It felt like I had been watching the dance floor for hours, but glancing down at my watch, it had only been minutes. I kept gazing down, trying to spot Aurora Macafee, but all the she-wolves blended together. I couldn't deny the disappointment I felt when I didn't see her in the crowd. She must not have taken me seriously and decided to avoid the ball altogether. Or she just didn't care what I said, even though the Alpha's word was law. I think that's what caused me to feel the most intrigued about her, though; her rebellious side was intoxicating.

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I suddenly laughed. Laughed at how naive I had been in my youth, believing in things like promises. “So? You want me to just let it go?” “Sera, enough already. It’s just a bracelet. Do you really have to make things difficult for Angela? She’s just a college student.” While we were at a stalemate, Angela suddenly stepped forward with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. Sera, don’t be mad at Mark! I’ll pay you back for the bracelet. I’ll work part-time to earn the money…”

"Although loving you isn't a mistake, there’s still a limit to how much pain my heart can take" …...................................... "Ow sorry, I didn't notice you," Miya said while she picks up the books that fell when she suddenly bumps into someone. That person also helps her pick up the books "No, it's okay I didn't also see you coming, so it's not entirely your fault. I was so into reading this novel that I forgot to be aware of my surroundings." The man said while raising the book he was reading.

A harsh glare from Zander causes her to sit down again, but there are definite tell-tale signs from her face that she’s sulking. “You told me that you’d shown her this stuff; that you’d had told her everything, Camille! You said she needed time and she asked us not to push her! You’re a liar, Camille; she has a right to know.” He pulls a dusty-looking book from the drawer with some other things and places the items onto the table.

I could hear the repairman whispering to the janitress. My hand was aching, and when I looked down to check on it, it was turning red and stinging from the hot coffee that had spilled on it. I returned to our workplace empty-handed. I feel like it's my fault once more, But I became tired of blaming myself for other people's faults and failures. It's never my fault when something goes wrong with them. It’s never your fault why Mrs. Glaiza was fired from her job. It’s never right to belittle someone just because they were higher than you. Humbleness is what makes the people kind and she weren’t.