My Fault Book Series In Order Novels & Stories

“That we’re together—it was the fucking truth. You’re mine, Olivia.” “No,” she whispered, gently shaking her head. “Don’t say that. Please don’t lie to make me feel better.” I held her around the waist, supporting her. “Olivia—’ “—This is all my fault,” she broke me off curtly with the running water drowning her voice. “I should have left when she walked in. Now… I’m fighting this… pain.” My jaw tightened. “Don’t you dare say that, Olivia,” My voice was rougher now, and my hold on her waist was tightening. “None of this is on you.”

Everything that has happened is all my fault. If I hadn’t have run from him, he wouldn’t have been entangled with Crystal, but then I wouldn’t have met my little pack. I wouldn’t have found my family. That is the only thing I would have changed. I would have found them eventually, but this, watching Titus flat line is my fault. All the deaths that have been caused by my arrogance and pride are my fault.

“It’s probably my fault, huh?” Conner wanted to say of course it’s your damn fault. If you hadn’t dropped the Christy Demars case into my lap none of this would have happened. But he knew that was unfair. He’d known all along what was happening, had allowed himself to be pulled deeper and deeper into the investigation, had even enjoyed his growing role. Cecilia had warned him, and he’d ignored her warnings. He couldn’t blame Sloane. It was his own damn fault. But that didn’t make him feel any better.

Hello everyone! I just wanted to stop and say thank you to all who have read my book so far because it really does mean a lot to me. A couple of things as we move forward. 1: I just realized that after chapter 42 it jumps over to 44 and I apologize for that. I have put in the corrections, but they may not take effect. The next chapter will reflect the chapter number that it's supposed to be, so it may seem repeated, but that's the actual chapter number.

Follow me on I*******m mmctier1 for news, book updates and chapter snips. The Falcon Ridge Series continues with Book 6 Her Choice To Make During a pack war, Grey Andrews has something so incredible happen. It’s also the worst thing to happen to him. Now the clocks running out and he has to fix it before he goes insane and dies.

Chloe says, and my head nods in agreement. Shame hits me as I compare her circumstances to mine. She was innocent and driving properly. I am guilty and was driving crazy. "But I was driving reckless. My friends' deaths are my fault, Chloe. How do I grow from that," I ask, and she gives me a sad smile. "You forgive yourself. You ask God for forgiveness, and you give yourself time. Healing the heart is like healing your spine.....time. Time is your best friend," Chloe says, and I nod.

Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work. I will not ramble about how I started writing this book only for fun and how it became a paid story. No. I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that this book is actually a part of a series called PERFECT FOR YOU. Vincent and Joyce’s book is actually book 2 in the series. Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton.

The only things that blotted out the constant fury that raced through me ever since I watched him fall. I peeled my eyes open but kept them down, Hannah was still here, I could feel her more than see her. Fuck she was as bad as West. The newest member of our unit had arrived just a few weeks before the compound attack and somehow managed to worm her way into all of our hearts. Rigs and Bubble looked at her as some sort of little sister, Jones was taking her to bed every damn night and me, well, all she had to do was direct those bright blue eyes of hers at me and I was feeling all kinds of guilty. She was on a mission to fix me, to 'bring me back' only I wasn't sure there was anything to bri

"I know." Reese lifted his leg and knocked my buttocks with his knee. I gave him a pat on the arm for it, but before we could really start fighting - not that we ever did - a man in his early thirties stepped out from between the cubicles and came up to us smiling. He wore glasses and had his hair cut so short that I couldn't tell whether it was dark blonde or brown. He seemed to have a slight posture, which he hunched a little, but wow, the muscles that were visible under his sweater certainly didn't come from chilling on the couch. "Hi." He nodded to me and held out his hand to Reese. "I'm Anton Faust and you have to be Reese Tack, the Venator from the guild in Berlin."

“After I stood by you. After I chose you again. They still see me as the secretary who helped hide a body.” Cassian came up behind her but stopped short of touching her, sensing the storm inside her. “This is my fault,” he said, the words heavy with self-loathing. “Every single thing that’s happening to you is because of choices I made six years ago. I dragged you into my darkness and now it refuses to let you go.” Sera turned to face him. Her green eyes were bright with unshed tears and simmering anger. “Yes,” she said honestly. “It is your fault. And I need you to sit with that. I need you to feel it.”