My Fault Book Review Novels & Stories

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.

I was starting to think that this was all my fault after all. Being born without a wolf was my fault. Earning my father's hatred was my fault. Getting rejected by Derek was my fault. Getting raped by a stranger was my fault. Being banished and separated from my family was also my fault. Everything that happened to me was my fault. "My words were harsh?" Father scoffed, his brow dangerously raised as he stared at Malfoy's clenched fist. "You want to rebuke me?" Oh no, I don't like where this is going.

I didn’t know it was only when she shuddered as if she was so cold all the warmth had left her. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, pressing soft kisses to her forehead and stroking her hair for anything to pull her from this. She finally looked up at me, her red-rimmed silver eyes blazing. “This is my fault,” she cried. I shook my head as she cupped my cheek. “She warned us … warned me. Now my best friend is dead, and it’s all my fault.” Her lower lip wobbled and despite the fact she wanted to cry, no more tears came. Her face scrunched and contorted with pain. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I should have done more,” I said through gritted teeth, unable to bear seeing her in so much pai

I said before my eyes locked into Jacqueline's that beamed with pride and that smile. **** "It took alot of bravery and painkillers to do this but I'm calling out every person, out there. Like me or like my friend. I'm calling you out to do the same-" "Because sexual assault messes with you in more than just one way and I'm telling you what I struggled to believe in myself all these years-" "That it is not your fault. It is not your fault. Or it is not because you did something or felt you deserve it. Because it is not your fault. And you are not the cause"

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…

I wouldn't still go even if I was to be sure somehow that she wouldn't be sleeping in the house tonight. My head was full, and my eyes hung heavily. In everything that had happened, I did not shed a single tear. I didn't want to. It was not my mother's fault that she trailed the wrong part, that she met the wrong people. It was not my fault to have believed a friend I have known for the past three years, and it was not my fault that they were players. It was not my fault that I was surrounded by people that should be hung high and tight, left to dangle until the only words left in their mouths were apologies and promises to become better people.

I stood leaning over the book and looked at the page that was open. ”I’m so sorry, you weren't supposed to be involved, not as you were. You told me it was stupid but as always you respected my wish. You paid the price for my foolishness. For the remainder of my time here I will live knowing I won't see you again. I will never run with you, talk to you or fight through flesh with you. My mate is with our children and I fear he is not enough to keep me on this earth any longer. Your whole story has now been told, for generations to know who you were and what you did. You deserved your own book, you deserve to be remembered as your own and not as part of the person responsible for your death.”

Only Dante's fireproof study remained somewhat intact, though the rest of the structure around it had fallen away. Everything else was gone. I stared at it all, with guilt in my chest. This was my fault. If I'd been stronger, if I'd figured out Sofia's betrayal sooner, if I'd killed Rye faster – "Stop." Dante appeared beside me, his hand finding mine. "I can see what you're thinking. This isn't your fault.” “But–” "No." His voice was firm. "This is Sofia's fault. Rye's fault. The Bratva's fault. Not yours. We had no idea we harbored a traitor. No one could have predicted this.”

, said her sister. "What is my fault, Choti? I loved him so much more than myself. THAT IS MY ONLY FAULT, THAT IS MY ONLY FAULT", saying this she hugged her sister. AT THE SAME TIME "Bhai stop it. You are drinking too much", his brother said with concern. "What is my fault laddu? I trusted her more than myself. THAT IS MY ONLY FAULT", he said in his drunken voice. Whose fault is this that they’re in this situation?