My Fault Kindle Novels & Stories

She couldn't complete her sentence. "It's not your fault babe. Don't push yourself hard. If there's someone to blame for everything, it was me. Everything started because of my infidelity. Now I am punished! Everything that I wanted is all taken to me slowly. You and Daniel are the only ones left but I could feel losing you both as well." Dwight bravely uttered. Accepting fault isn't easy to do. I'm glad he faces his fear and starting to conquer it. "No, it's not your fault. It was never been your fault." Alison tried to comfort him but Dwight this time is serious and man enough to stand up.

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five He was a monster. He was a monster. He was a monster. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five It was Jasper’s fault.

“I did get angry when I found out that she cheated on me but I don’t blame her for that… and we moved pass that, and I love your brother as he’s my own, and I know that your thinking that I hate you because of what happen but I don’t. I love you, Ana and I’m so sorry for not being there for you when you needed me the most and it wasn’t your fault it all happen, I can’t promise that I’ll be the best father but I’ll be here for you when you need me.” The talk with dad made me feel a lot better, I felt like it’s what I was all I’m asking for… and I thought he hated me that much that he doesn’t talk to me after the accident of my grandparents… his parents but dad realize a lot of things… and tha

"Uhh... I'm Aurora. Aurora Macafee." I watched as his smile turned into a thin line, his eyes frowning into tiny slits. All the warmth he had towards me earlier was now gone. I wasn't some random girl who needed help; I was a traitor, even though I had done nothing wrong. Being a traitor was my birthright. A title my parents had earned when my mom chose my father over the previous Alpha. I hadn't even been born at that time, so why had my mom's choice for love been something that I had to be punished for. By the glazed-over look in his eyes, I could tell that the warrior was mind linking. I waited patiently, still hoping that the Alpha would give him the okay to let me into the packhouse to

Kevin narrowed his eyes and looked at Nathaniel coldly. He looked at Nathaniel as if Nathaniel were a ruthless human trafficker. Kevin felt like beating him up immediately. "No, Brother Lionel, it's not your fault, it's my fault. If I had been more alert and if I was stronger, then those bad guys won't be able to capture me, and Jayden won't be on the operating table, and Dad wouldn't hit you. It's all my fault." Karen Joy's heart was full of remorse and she kept blaming herself.

Someone who fit. I'd tried so hard. Had picked it out, had styled my hair, had done my makeup. Had done everything right. And it had still been wrong. I had still been wrong. Maybe I walked around oblivious. He was angry. His phone cracked. The guilt spiraled in my stomach like something living. It was my fault. I'd hit him. I'd caused damage. I'd been the problem in that equation. But then... He called me sad to watch. He said my parents failed at everything.

he insisted, his conviction slicing through the air like a bitter winter wind. “Oh, Kole,” I whispered, drawing him into a comforting embrace. He really believed that this was all his fault. He was going to carry the weight of this on his guilt for a very long time. But it wasn't his fault, the only person to blame for all this is Kathryna Delacourt. She was the one responsible for this senseless bloodshed. “I’m sorry, Kole. I really am. Is there anything I can do?” I asked, my voice soft and sincere.

This is not funny I swear. I slowly squatted down and picked up the paper which is tainted by some red thick liquid. ~ Don’t be confused. It’s me. It’s all my fault. I just want the best, but always ended up failing. I’m not a good person to begin with. I’m not a good mother. And I will never be. Please curse me out for everything. Don’t forgive me. I don’t deserve any. ~

My steps became heavier and heavier as I got closer to those familiar oak double doors. The crying face of the little girl I just found out was mine kept resurfacing on my mind. Flashing through like a broken record as her cries got louder and louder each time. It was all my fault. All my fault that she had to cry like that. All my fault that all three kids have lived as though they had no father! They were so little… how could I not have known? How didn’t I know?! It was all my fault! “Hudson? Wah…what’s going on? Why do you look so…”

“It still doesn’t make me better, Giana. I caused pain just by existing. I made that choice.” The pain in my belly flared. My legs buckled. I collapsed. Giana dropped to the floor with me, cupping my face in her hands. “It is not your fault,” she whispered. “You had to survive.” “At the expense of someone else’s pain?” I sobbed. “I am a bad person. I did this.” “This is all Leonardo’s fault. He sent you to the slave home. You did what you had to do.You are not bad. Fate happened.”