My Fault Book Series Novels & Stories

Even the tree consoled them,the dry leaves falling on them. Joy listened secretly " is it really not my fault". For all the years she lived in the dark, covering the blanket of sorrow,opening deep scars in her heart,was it really not fault? Even I, have my scars. Sometimes, I'd cry at nights thinking about why things went wrong and if it isn't really my fault. Thinking of my pains and being locked in a cage where I think I need freedom,I created my character and I try my best to write in a way that my readers understand the pains of my character.

I never did anything wrong and I know I’ll go to heaven. I remember I tried to please you and in the process I lost myself. I gave everyone everything I had and now I have nothing left. I have wanted to be dead for so long. I don't really know how I made it as far as this, becase i just think about being dead. I am never happy. Why did so many people lie to me. I wish I never told anyone I am gay. Why the fuck did I do that. Damion started this. I wish he was dead. I trusted him.

Dear my beloved readers, I know this part of the story will upset some of you, but I think making mistakes is an essential part of character development. If you have read my first book Disgraceful, you should have known that the hero is also fatally flawed. However I hope Matthew's mistakes don't make him irredeemable and eventually you'll be able to forgive him. Enjoy this chapter, and please be warned that this chapter contains mature themes. Stolen Innocence

Harriet suddenly appeared in front of me, her face gloomy. Her words hit me like a wave, crashing against my chest. It had always been the three of us—friends, cousins, partners in crime. Whether it was parties, games, or simple afternoons spent in the palace gardens, we were inseparable. But now, with Karina missing, everything felt different, incomplete. A heaviness settled over my heart as I glanced around the vibrant hall, filled with laughter and cheer that felt foreign to me. “Harriet, I…” I hesitated, searching for the right words, but they eluded me. “I can’t shake the feeling that this is somehow my fault. If I had been more attentive, maybe I could have stopped her from leaving.”

"Merri is the one who deserved to die not my brother. This is your fault Madam, you killed my brother!" Faith's mother was quick to strike her daughter's cheek. Disgusted, of all things she had never taught her daughter to kill, maybe steal here and there but not kill. Mrs Cunningham was appalled, no words came out. Hearing a muffled cry, Merrigold ran out, heading straight for her brother's comfort. Austin ran after her, she was shaking with tears. "It's all my fault, someone died because of me??!" She cried, Austin held her against his shoulder. Crying, she felt responsible. She did not know what she had ever done to Faith but the unsettling feeling was an innocent boy had died and Merrigo

Then tears started rolling down her cheeks. "It's my fault," she cried. "I froze, Lucas. I didn't know what to do. I was scared. So she did what she could to get us out! Jesus! It's my fault. If I just did what she—" "It's not your fault, Har," I promised. "You were kidnapped in case you've forgotten." But we were interrupted by Felix's cough. I spun, jaw twitching. "I hate to interrupt but I need to speak to you, Mr. De Marchi."

Declan was quiet. "I don't want to be in this place as much as you do, Declan, but here we are ... because we screwed up! We screwed up so bad, and we're trying to fix this unfixable problem ... there's really not much difference between you and me ... just the fact that you're so damn rich and I'm not ... we're just two screw ups ... fucking failures..." he dug his fingers into his hair and rested his elbows on the table. Declan took a big gulp of his drink, he didn't argue with that.

And through his sobs, the words slipped out like a confession wrung from the deepest part of him. “I used to feel the sparks,” he whispered hoarsely. “The heat, the passion—every time our skin touched. Now I feel nothing.” His voice cracked, pain bleeding into every syllable. “It’s all my fault. I rejected you. I forced the Moon Goddess’s hand. And now… I’m so sorry.” His shoulders shook, the weight of his choices pressing down on him in the harsh light of the infirmary hallway. For the first time, Jalen Johnson looked nothing like an Alpha and everything like a man undone by regret.

Steven declared, and I could see the pained expression on Jessica's face. Is there something I'm missing here? "Whatever!" I scoffed at them, rolling my eyes, and they all burst into laughter, including Brandon. They're a bunch of jerks. I turned my head, surveying the surroundings and appreciating the beautiful decorations. Surprisingly, a smile slowly formed at the corner of my mouth. As I admired the scenery, my gaze suddenly landed on Nancy, Fred's younger sister, who was standing in a corner. My frown deepened as I watched her pour some kind of powder, possibly a drug or poison, into a glass of drink.

He urged me to make space for him, and I shifted, leaning against the old couch. A moment later, Gabriel was nested beside me, offering me one of the mugs I accepted gladly. A few sips of steaming black liquid to clear my thoughts were all I allowed myself before I spoke. “I’m sorry, Gabe.” I was. “This is all my fault. Again.” It was. “I can’t seem to stop messing things up.” It was the truth. No matter how pure my intentions were, whenever I helped somebody or tried to protect the people I cared about, something went wrong, and someone was hurt. “I was so stupid to believe her.”