My Fault Book Series Novels & Stories

“Definitely, and it is my fault.” “No, no.” Renata shakes her head. “It's not your fault.” she confidently tells me. Her words are comforting but I can not live in the delusion of being right when I've wronged my husband so much over a misunderstanding. I let father plot his coup before he even takes the throne, it's my fault, I'm to blame, like every damn time since my first breath on this dammed earth. “But you don't know what happened,” I point out.

asked Milton when the old Fire Mage kept glaring at him. “Brother Milton,” Mariuk snarled. “The Arch-Mage told me to find some books for you.” He pointed at a stack of books on his desk. “Treat my books with love. They are very precious and rare. And if you lose one more book, boy, I am banning you for life from entering my library,” he warned Milton. Milton rubbed the back of his neck. He looked embarrassed. “It wasn’t my fault. I left the book on the table and went to look for another one. When I returned, the book wasn’t where I left it.”

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

Charles slumped on the sofa feebly and said in a low, exhausted voice, “Tell me, what do you youngsters think you're doing? Hmm?” Heather was still kneeling as she replied, “It was all my fault… “If you're upset about this, Father, please punish me. “Luna, if you're devastated by this, then please scold and beat me…” She continued, her head lowered, “It was all my fault. I shouldn't have tried to get rid of Luna's baby, and I shouldn't have thought Malcolm and Luna getting together would help both our families…” Charles glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground, and a glimmer of pain flashed through his eyes. “My poor girl, even though you made a mistake, you're still the victim. You had l

Maybe I’ll give the evidence to my Captain and let him follow through with what needs to be done. _______ The next morning, I arrive at the hospital at exactly 8 a.m., like I do every morning. Seeing Sareena and getting an update from Damian really helps me fight my guilt. All of this is my fault for putting blind faith in Sophia. I walk into the room and notice Damian on his phone already. He’s annoyed with whomever he’s speaking to, so I ignore him and walk over to Sareena, kissing her on the forehead. As I pull away, her eyes pop open and then close again.

The ride is short enough that we could’ve taken the stairs, but fate apparently wanted us trapped in a metal box together. When we stop at our floor, I’m ready to walk out, but he speaks before I can move. “Carmen… I just want you to know I’m very, very sorry.” I freeze. He continues quietly, “I’m sorry for the way I treated you. For age shaming you. For putting my mess on your shoulders. I regret all of it. And I know people say you’re not supposed to have regrets, but that one? I do.” He exhales shakily, eyes down. “Everything that happened… it was my fault. Because I was a coward.”

I pinched my temples and said, “You should’ve told me you’re the Consigliere’s baby sister.” “Now that you know, you can figure out why I didn’t.” I frowned, and she added, “For one night, I wanted to be me. I did not want to be the Consigliere’s sister, and I did not want to carry a filter. Is that such a big fault?” “It is a fault, no matter which way you see it. And it’s an even bigger fault when the one you’re fraternising with isn’t the one you’re supposed to lose your virginity to.”

"The bad things didn't happen. I am alive. Now please, get up off the cold floor and sit properly." Instead of moving to the chair, she stubbornly buried her face right back into my legs, her voice sounding completely muffled and distorted against the heavy fabrics. "I am so incredibly sorry, Luna Fedora!" she cried out, her voice filled with a deep, crushing weight of guilt. "It was all my fault! The entire disaster was completely my fault from the very beginning! I should have never been so foolish as to suggest that we go out for a walk outside the safety of the pack borders! I should have never put your precious life in such a dangerous situation! I am the one who almost got you killed b

“But I can’t help but feel like this is my fault. If I hadn’t organized the gala, if I hadn’t put myself in that position, if I hadn’t brought all this danger to our family… she wouldn’t be here.” Liam wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “Don’t do that,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “None of this is your fault. The only people to blame are the ones who pulled the trigger, the ones who sent him. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want any of this.” Kayla wanted to believe him, but the guilt was still there, heavy and persistent. She stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in Liam’s arms, until a nurse came out and told them they could go in and see Taylor.

She finished. I hugged my mom, “I love you, ma. I’m so sorry you stayed in this marriage because of me. Your life could have been better if not for me.” My mother pulled me back, “Don’t you ever say that again, Thalia. I stayed in this marriage to give my kids a stable home. I chose poorly. I married poorly. If I could go back, I would run far away from your father. That is my fault though. You have never been a regret or mistake in my life. The moment I held you, I knew I would give my life for you. I love you so much. I love all of my kids. Please don’t blame yourself for my life. My mistakes are mine, not yours. I love you, mi vida.” She finished.