Books Like My Fault Novels & Stories

She lowered her eyelashes quickly and Femi laughed softly. "You're not suddenly going shy on me now, are you?!" he exclaimed and she smiled, not looking a him still. He picked up his mug of coffee, now gone cold, and drank it up. Ame gave a guilty startle as she laughed and covered her mouth. She smirked when Femi put down his empty mug on the centre table before them. The muffins, however, lay there, untouched. "I'm sorry I let your coffee get cold," she said apologetically.

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‎"My fault?" ‎"Yes, your fault!" I was angry now. Angry at him. Angry at Sarah. Angry at myself for being stupid enough to trust him. "You're the one who went to Crowley in the first place. You're the one who thought you could steal from a billionaire and get away with it. You're the one who fucked everything up." ‎"I fucked it up?" Marcus's voice was low and dangerous. "You're the one who fucked your best friend's husband. You're the one who helped me steal from her. You're the one who celebrated when you thought she was dead."

“It's all your fault anyway.” “How is it my fault?” “Because she knows, and I know you are going to mess this up somehow and that I would have to stick around to get you out of whatever trouble you get yourself in over this girl.” His blue eyes narrowed. “I'm not going to get myself into any sort of trouble and if I did, I am more than capable of getting myself out of it.” I barked back. He was a fine one to talk, I had got the Family and Gio in particular out of more trouble than I could remember. I had sold my soul to keep his, as clean as possible.

If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will. And I just happen to be the one he came to with that insane proposal. What do I do? I flip to the subsequent entry, but my eyes hurt from using a flashlight to read, so I close the book and try to get some sleep. It’s going to be a long night. Thoughts of him permeate my mind. Being his fiancée. Affluent people are complicated as fuck, but I would finally get out of this tiny shoe box. If I pass it up, I can’t trust the asshole to not find an excuse and fire me. Lord knows he has wanted to do it since he laid his eyes on me.

"It's not your fault that I didn't raise you well..." Wait, what! "It's my fault. It's my fault I raised you badly. It's my fault I didn't raise you to be a decent woman with self-respect. It's my fault that you... You dared to do something so immoral not caring how it would affect those around you. It's my fault you turned out to be an indecent loose woman. I failed your mother! I failed her for raising a bad daughter! I failed her for raising a slut! It's my fault! "

I began. "Mmm, ya it's a little weird " Adria says laughing. "Um can I have my head back? or do you intend to keep it?" Her dimples become more visible with every chuckle that slips her mouth. Her opal green eyes wondered down to my hands and then back up at me. I realizing what she's pointing out and I immediately let her go. "Sorry" I say embarrassed which causes Adria to laugh again. "Thats nothing to be embarrassed about" she pause "you almost crushing me last night, now that's different."

For those who have not yet not yet read my books , they include My roomate wants a piece of me Ugly and Insecure The rejected Nagin.

“You like books.” “You stole a stranger’s book.” He didn’t look ashamed. “They were not reading it, it was just laying around” I blinked. “So you took it?” “Yes.” “Because they were not reading it?” “Yes.” I couldn’t help it. A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. Mikhail glanced at me like he didn’t know what to do with the sound, then at the book like he wasn’t sure if he’d done something wrong. “It’s okay,” I said. “I appreciate the felony.”

I also didn't want to end up hating myself. But of all, the fact that she blamed me for the pairing, was quite upsetting. I hated it when anyone had the wrong idea about me. Just because I was rich didn't mean I could just take advantage of all situations. It was just a coincidence. So what was my fault in this? Angered and upset, I put my book into my backpack, grabbed the bag, strolled out of the place, heading back home. ***