Books Like My Fault Novels & Stories

Did he ever miss me? “Mia, it's not his fault,” Sylvia tried to explain. “Of course, it's not his fault!” I mocked, looking at her. “It's not your fault you hid the truth from me, it's not his fault he didn't even try looking for me all my life. Who's fault is it? It's mine! It's mine that I even exist!” I became a mess as continuous tears flowed out of my eyes. I wasn't able to stop them. “It's my fault that I'm so unlucky that no one ever wants me! It's my fault that I'm just a burden and everyone has ever just used me for their own benefit, until I come in handy! It's all my fault!” Christian was quick to take me in his hold as his arms embraced me in a hug.

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Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

Absolutely fantastic. I lowered my hand and pointed a rigid finger at Takoda’s chest. “This is entirely your fault, Blackwell.” His dark eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Mine?” I nodded. “Yes.” “How is this my fault?” he asked, a trace of amusement in his voice. “Because before you started looking for me in local bookstores, people in this town left me alone,” I claimed, fixing him with a glare. A rare, low laugh escaped his throat; warm, real, and completely unrestrained. The rich sound caught me completely off guard.

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He said someone with self-harming tendencies might hurt his dear sister next. But before they could send me away, Emily disappeared. She left behind a suicide note. She wrote that my “self-harm” had shaken her deeply. “Lily has been fighting me for three years, and now she’s hurting herself. It’s all my fault. I took what should have been hers. I’m leaving now. I’ll give it all back to her.” Her words were full of emotion, and the note’s implication was clear. I was the villain. The one who had driven her away. And from that moment on, the whole family turned against me.

Because if I, who didn't have so many problems to call traumas, already had considerable difficulties dealing with people and my own sleep, I could imagine what kind of things were going on in his head every day, even awake. "I know he's about to die," she said coldly. "I gave him your book because you told us in your outbreak that they contained dark arts that were strong enough to summon creatures. So I punished you for this lie, for thinking I was wanting to cause fear in the other girls, but when I was alone with the object, I really felt a presence. I gave him the book because I had the hope that he would invoke something strong enough to take him to hell. But I regretted my decision, a

Jack Two Months Later... "We gotta hurry, baby girl. We're running late and Ev's gonna be pissed." I say, grabbing Bri's hand as we rush into the coffee shop. "And who's fault is that?" she asks, grinning up at me. "Yours." I say back. She snorts in disbelief, rolling her eyes. "How is it my fault?" she asks. "Because you have that perfect pussy I just couldn't wait until after book club to get a taste." I murmur in her ear, making her face blush.

The antiseptic smell clings to my clothes, my hair, my skin—a reminder of where we are and why we're here and whose fault it is. The bench outside is freezing metal against my legs, but I barely feel it. All I can see is Gray's bloodied face from that photo burned into my mind, those words painted on the wall in what looked like blood: IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. Because it is. It's my fault he got dragged into this nightmare. My fault that monster from my past found me again and decided to use the one person who makes me feel safe to send a message. "Raelynn?"

Sad and hurt when I should be feeling anger and disgust with this person? Why is he being like this? Where does he get the audacity to cry when it’s his fault why I’m laying here? When is he the reason why I almost lost my child? It’s all his fucking fault! It is his fault… It should be just his fault.. But.. It’s also my fault that I fell for him. It’s my fault that I can easily be swayed. That I didn’t learn my lesson and trust so easily. If I didn’t fall for his acts…