My Fault Book Series Novels & Stories

Even though Chandler had promised he would handle everything, and that deep, steady voice of his had eased some of the crushing fear in my chest, the guilt still refused to let me go. It’s my fault. I thought bitterly, my fingers twisting the edge of the silk sheet. I’m the one who started this. I flirted with my best friend’s father. I let him touch me. I called him Daddy when his own daughter was clueless in the same house. I turned onto my side and curled into a tight ball, trying to disappear into myself. But no matter how hard I tried to drown in self-blame, I couldn’t stop the warmth that bloomed in my chest every time I thought about him.

I couldn't face her after the way she left my house the last time. And I was the careless one who brought her in. I really don't know what I was thinking. I guess I simply wasn't thinking at all. I was the one at fault. And yet she bore the full brunt of it. I can't look her in the eyes without feeling my guilt lodge itself in my throat. "Professor Orion?" The girl in front of me says, pulling my attention away from the closed door Alex just walked through. I look down to see that I am squeezing the book in my fist. This is the first edition of my first ever published book. I loosen my hold.

“It was all Flora. She manipulated everything. She tricked me, tricked everyone, and ruined what we had—our perfect family. I swear to you, I had no idea about half of what she did. I only found out when it was too late. And I was devastated.” “None of it was your fault?” I asked coldly. “Yes. It wasn’t.” “So my medication being tampered with wasn’t your doing?” “Charlotte, I swear on my…” “You pushing me into the water and watching me drown wasn’t your fault either?” “Actually, that was…” “You tampering with my car, having me locked in the hospital, taking away all my years of hard work, making me raise your bastard child, and convincing me I could never have one of my own—none of that was

“Ashamed too.” “Ashamed? Why?” Astrid shrugged. “I have no idea. I think it could be because I do feel as though maybe it was my fault. I did go behind the church with him after all.” “You must never think that. It’s not your fault. No one should ever make you think like that either. Now, what shall we tell the tutors today? Stomach bug? Fever? Head ache? What’s your preference?”

It'll always be my fault. Because I am an Unfortunate, and I live an unfortunate life. "Do you want to know what they were going to do to me? What they did to me?" Tears burn down my temples and fill my nose with congestion. "Do you even care?" Silence. And it's a silence that goes on forever.

“It's all your fault anyway.” “How is it my fault?” “Because she knows, and I know you are going to mess this up somehow and that I would have to stick around to get you out of whatever trouble you get yourself in over this girl.” His blue eyes narrowed. “I'm not going to get myself into any sort of trouble and if I did, I am more than capable of getting myself out of it.” I barked back. He was a fine one to talk, I had got the Family and Gio in particular out of more trouble than I could remember. I had sold my soul to keep his, as clean as possible.

Aunt Celia rushed to her and asked, “What happened sweetie pie?” Penny took a pen recorder from her jacket and handed it to Aunt Celia. She looked at Penny with questioning eyes and asked, “What happened to your forehead, Penny?” Mr Earl looked at Celia with sorrow in his eyes and replied, “It’s my fault, Celia. I failed to protect my daughter from Bella. Please bring the first aid kit.” Celia rushed to the kitchen and came back with the first aid kit and handed it to her boss. Then she sat down beside Penny and held her hand while listening to the voice recording. She couldn’t believe her ears when she heard Bella insulting Penny.

“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.

“It wasn’t my fault?” Jared nodded. “You didn’t choose your birth. You didn’t do anything wrong. The ones at fault are them. And those days you lived through… I’m sure they were painful. But it’s over now. I’m here. No one will ever bully you again. I’ll protect you.” “Forever.” ***

* Another left his Princess Kori. *Woom!* Another from the Protector. *Woom!* Last one from the Aide. Each had a different color of Ion Energy. "My Manual is not the same as the one you all practice. For good reason." Felicity said. She sent the manifestation away with a wave. "The one you practice falls under the "Righteous" path. However, it is more of a Devil path in reality. Just a change is all by someone who thought they knew what they were doing."