Novel & Cerita My Fault Book Series

Standing before my tablet, he spoke—his voice hoarse and halting. "Eli... I... I wronged you." There was a tremor in his voice. A flicker of guilt. I thought—finally. Finally, he was going to repent. Finally, he would admit what he'd done. But then he kept talking. And what he said next turned my ghost to ice. "But... but if you hadn't dragged Matthew to that crowded carnival that night... if you'd just watched him more carefully, the way a good older brother should... none of this would've happened. At the end of the day, Eli, it all still comes back to you."

Kier said, pushing his glasses up with a worried frown. He handed me a report. "As I mentioned before, if we force the chip to operate beyond its extended lifespan, it will cause irreparable neural damage to Mr. Faust." He expected me to panic. He still believed I was the same woman who would trade her soul to the Devil to save Alan's life. How quaint. I had changed. "I suppose we'll see what happens," I said, closing the report. My tone caught him off guard. "Uh, listen. I have a backup solution to—"

If I can’t save my mate, then what else can be saved under my wings? Fucking what? Standing before her and watching her eyes heavy with tears, I’m lost for words. The pain in her eyes, her dry broken lips, bruises on her beautiful body, and the silver collar around her skinny neck. Everything that hurts Milena is my fault. I have ruined this woman. My mistake has crushed her to the surface of the earth. Why didn't I think things through? I messed her up more when I chased her through the sea. She had an opportunity to flee from me. From all of this. But I saved her life and dragged her into bigger pain.

"I should have protected her. I should have listened when she said it was too dangerous. I should have put her safety first instead of—" "Instead of Aunty Mia," Theo finished bitterly. "You picked Aunty Mia over Mama. Just like I did. We both picked Aunty Mia, and now Mama's gone, and it's both our faults." "No." I caught his hands gently but firmly. "Theo, look at me. It is not your fault. You're four years old. You didn't understand what was happening. You didn't make any choices that led to this. I did. I'm the adult. I'm the one who should have known better. This is my fault, not yours."

"Come on, Rain. Open the door." Nothing. I hesitated, then let out a sigh, laying my hand against the wood once more. "I'm sorry." The silence between us drew out. "I know you're blaming yourself," I went on. "I know exactly what's running through your head right now. That if you had done something different, Faith would be safe. That it's your fault Nathan took her. That it's your fault anyone is in danger." Another pause. Then, barely above a whisper, "It is my fault."

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.

“Yeah. And you almost got us all caught.” “It wasn’t my fault!” “Stop denying, Yuri. It was clearly your fault! I told you to leave your stupid book to the infirmary but you didn’t.” “It dropped accidentally!” “Accident or not, it could have mostly send the four of us in jail.” “Stop it already! Just be thankful that the police didn’t see us.”

I can’t control the moan that slips out when she hits a knot. “Damn, these are some serious knots. What have you so damn tense?” She asks. “Besides someone trying ot kidnap my girlfriend, hockey, and life. I just want to find Karli and take care of these assholes so we can be done with this shit.” I tell her. “Ok, fair. I feel like this is all my fault. While I don’t regret coming here, I feel this is all my fault, and if I left, everything would go back to normal for you guys.” She admits.

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.”

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