My Fault Kindle Novels & Stories

I said with a smile because I do believe it was not her fault. If any girl go through this situation it was never her fault. It was the man's fault who ruined a pure soul.. " are you sure you are not disgusted knowing that someone else has touched me the way only you can? The fact someone has used my body? When I'm feeling like a shit how can you not? You know in this time I have totally forgotten about this chapter of my life I have just Bury then deep inside my chest. I only share this with 2 people. They didn't judge me for what happened but they assured me that it was not my fault.. But today suddenly my all restraints broke.. I remembered everything.. "Aadhya said while I was listening

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

Vienna's POV: Fynn's words reached me after a pause, but even that small duration of time was enough to completely flip his tone and the emotions playing in his heart. "I know it wasn’t your fault, Vienna… it was never your fault, it wasn't even Kai’s fault In fact, all the mistakes are on my end. I am the dumbest person alive, who hasn't just messed things up completely, but now that it is already late… still, it is taking me a lot of effort to accept my fault."

Our fault. “Enough!!!!!”

“Charlotte, I’ve seen you ugly-cry over burnt pancakes. Nothing will ruin my image of you.” A shaky laugh escaped me, almost a sob. “This is different.” “How?” “Because this time… It’s my fault.” Dylan frowned. “What?” “It’s my fault,” I repeated, the words spilling out. “I let them push me. I let them arrange everything. I said yes when I should’ve run. I stayed when I should’ve fought. And now…” my voice cracked…“now I’m here, hiding in a motel like a coward.” “You’re not a coward,” he said sharply.

And all I can think is that it's my fault. All of it.

"I want to tell her that everything that happened was my fault" ****** "Stop this Tiana, you know i wont let you leave" Marcus stood up immediately "I don't think I would need your permission to do that, incase you forgot, I'm an adult." "Tiana please calm down, we certainly can talk about this" Jess tried taking the bag away from Tiana " There's nothing to talk about Jess" the certainty in her voice was a pain in Marcus heart. "I am really sorry Tiana, I'm ready to make this right" sincerity really evident in his voice

Did he ever miss me? “Mia, it's not his fault,” Sylvia tried to explain. “Of course, it's not his fault!” I mocked, looking at her. “It's not your fault you hid the truth from me, it's not his fault he didn't even try looking for me all my life. Who's fault is it? It's mine! It's mine that I even exist!” I became a mess as continuous tears flowed out of my eyes. I wasn't able to stop them. “It's my fault that I'm so unlucky that no one ever wants me! It's my fault that I'm just a burden and everyone has ever just used me for their own benefit, until I come in handy! It's all my fault!” Christian was quick to take me in his hold as his arms embraced me in a hug.

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.”

“I’m just trying to tell you the truth. I was just telling you that it wasn’t my fault.” Xavier’s exasperated laugh was bitter and full of pain. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. “No, Dad. It was never your fault, was it? It’s my fault. I’m the fool here. I’m the one who’s been forced to clean up every damn mess you make, who’s fought to keep us from sinking under all this bullshit. You ran over a couple who were just walking down the street, and you think you’re going to pass it off as ‘bad luck’? No, Dad. This is your fault. And you can’t even own it.”