My Fault Book Review Novels & Stories

What difference would it have made. Maybe the world was innocent and i am the one with faults.It is true the one with the faults is the first to point fingers, that is what i am doing right now.It is my fault my father doesn't like me, no one ever stays and i am starting to understand why.he is not the devil, i am,i drain all the happiness and joy from people and they just cant wait to move away from me.I am just not likable.

“It still doesn’t make me better, Giana. I caused pain just by existing. I made that choice.” The pain in my belly flared. My legs buckled. I collapsed. Giana dropped to the floor with me, cupping my face in her hands. “It is not your fault,” she whispered. “You had to survive.” “At the expense of someone else’s pain?” I sobbed. “I am a bad person. I did this.” “This is all Leonardo’s fault. He sent you to the slave home. You did what you had to do.You are not bad. Fate happened.”

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!"

“Why don’t you realise that people will do whatever the hell they want no matter what and that it has nothing to do with you? She did make that choice. She did choose this route. It wasn’t about you; she’d have done it to anyone else. You have a lot of people in your life who’ve been real shit. They’ve hurt you, manipulated you—limits haven’t existed. None of that is your fault. It’s not your job to make people treat you right and not your fault if they don’t.” “You don’t understand,” I said, shaking his words from my ears before they could take root. I’d ingested enough poison; it wouldn’t do to continue gulping. “You don’t know the things I’ve done. It is my fault; I do deserve it. Those n

He said “Oh guys, please don't do this again.” “I didn't do anything, I just brought out the book. You were the one figuring out the hole. Trying to know what's in there.” “Well, if you had spoken to us before pulling out the book we would have weighed our chances.” “I have been speaking!” I yelled, “but you didn't want to listen because you didn't want to ruin the life of the woman who saved you. Well guess who's life is ruined.” “So you are saying this is my fault?” He asked

My mother pleaded, cowardly. "No. This is your fault." He said pointing to my mother. It's not a bad thing? I read so many books and watched so many movies. The parents are mostly always happy whatever their child's sexuality is. Why is this happening to me? "I am always at work! You were the one who raised the fucking child! You should've done manly things with him or some shit like that! It's your fault he turned out to be like this!" His words cut through my mother, I could see it on her face. Why was she believing it was her fault? It's no one's fault! It's not even something for someone to feel like it's someone's fault at all!

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have let him in. I should have called my dad from the start. I should have been strong, but I was a total weakling. I couldn't fight for myself. I should have stabbed him." "No, it wasn't your fault, you didn't know. You're just an innocent child and we happen to have devils like him walking on planet earth." "It's my fault, maybe my nightie turned him on. I was too vulnerable. I was too gullible to have trusted him." "Where's my father?" I questioned. "Nicole? It's not your fault, please breathe." I was having conflicting emotions and I couldn't explain what I felt. Melanie asked if I want to be tested.

And that’s going to haunt me for a long, long time. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” his free hand comes over to squeeze mine gently, and I let him. “It wasn’t your fault.” “Wasn’t it?” I can’t help but silently snap back, angry at myself. “I hired those people. I trusted them with my and my son’s safety. But they turned out to be such a huge disappointment. It was I who failed, not them. Even with all the money and power in the world, I couldn’t protect my son. How can it not be my fault?”

“Later on, I even lived in the underground sewers like the filth I am. “So, Mr Shaw, please don’t place anything so valuable to you into anyone’s body anymore, and turn it into filth. It was just an easy few minutes for you, but I suffered my whole life. “I’ve already suffered my entire life, but you still say it’s my fault. “Who was at fault for bringing me into this world? Who can tell me whose fault it was? “Was it my mother’s? “Yet, that pitiful woman merely saved a man, but her body was violated by that same man. From then on, her miserable, despicable life filled with agony started. “Mr. Shaw, tell me, who should I be blaming?” Gloria looked at Old Master Shaw with her face stricken wi

Why? "Oh my God, this is all my fault."