My Fault London Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“This is all my fault. If I hadn’t taken that job in London and left Jamie.. none of this would’ve happened. Chloe wouldn’t have had the chance to lie and steal everything from me.” My voice cracked as the tears finally broke free. “She took my life, Owen. And he doesn’t even know who I am. He thinks she’s me. How do I cope with that?” Owen reached over and grasped my hand gently, his touch steady and warm. “Zoe.” He said flatly. “It's not your fault. You trusted your sister, your twin. You did what you thought was best. That job was supposed to give you and Jamie a better future. You made a decision out of love, not weakness.”

Where did I go wrong? It wasn't Layla's fault. Noah was her fiancé. She had all right to do everything she just did. Noah was definitely not at fault. He was cautious, but I was good. He tested me and I passed. I made him fall. It was me So... Did that mean that I was at fault? Was everything my fault? I shouldn't have gone after him. I should have lied to be with Layla after meeting him at the club for the second time.

“Don’t say that. None of this was your fault, in fact everything was Elena's fault. She was intentionally picking on you because she knows that hurting you will hurt me and I would retaliate. She was clearly ragebaiting me. Too bad I didn't say that coming.” “No, ma'am. It's all my fault. You have been nothing but good to me since you came here,” she continued, her voice trembling. “And I keep causing you trouble. Im…I’m so sorry, Milady… I’m really sorry. I’ve been nothing but bad luck to you.” I shook my head and leaned forward, holding her shoulders gently.

Her chest heaving in anger, she stared at him, fury boiling deep in his eyes as she blurted out, "This is because of her right?! Because of that bitch Madison! You came to London because of her didn't you? And before you try to deny it, don't. I've been seeing the tabloids. You and her in that club. You even beat up some men for her. That's why you're acting like this. That’s why you initiated this break, and why you’ve been ignoring and treating me like this? It's all because of that bitch isn’t it?” Damien scoffed, no longer afraid and ready to face the truth. The fact that she thought he would deny it was almost comical even. "You know what, Katherine? You're right. Yes I'm in London beca

It her fault for not listening to her friends advice . She let her love for Samson cloud her knowing fully well he is not good news . She knows it her fault for dating a BAD BOY. It all her fault ............. FLASHBACK THREE YEARS AGO Suzy takes a deep breath as she made to ring the doorbell of Samson’s apartment . She pressed it ..,her heart beating really fast .Samson opened the door shortly . “Hi “He said letting her in . Suzy scanned the living room ...It was a total mess but that was the least on her mind at the moment .

"Yes, this was all your fault! I don't care. I've lost everything, I've lost all hope. How exactly are we supposed to live now? It's not time to have shame, Cassie” "This is not my fault," I said, my voice firm. "You can't even own up to your mistakes as a man, is that it? You have to take responsibility for your own actions. You were the one who was greedy, you were the one who wanted Joanne’s inheritance. I told you just to divorce her and we could do be together. What did you do? You wanted her inheritance. You wanted power, you were greedy. So it's your fucking fault!"

Too fucked up. “This is your fucking fault!” he said. “And you think it’s alright, parading around like a slut who got the prize! I’ve heard you’ve been bragging to people. Skipping down the street with that psycho cunt’s hand in yours like a stupid little puppy bitch.” “FUCK OFF!” I yelled. “Your dad’s the fucking psycho! Not Julian! And it’s definitely, DEFINITELY not my fault!” “IT IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” I was prepared to launch into another attack of my own, but a voice cut in from across the street, footsteps dashing. I recognised the heels and my heart cried out in relief to hear Mum’s scream, right there beside me.

Nadia let out as she sits straight and made her thinking face. "Well, I just don't know if when I could be seeing her again. Or even call her." I uttered sadly and they let out a sigh. "Do you think that it is my fault that this is happening? I made her choose to give her parents a chance for them to be whole again. I think it is my fault. And, I regret it now. Fuck!" I stated as I just realized it and I cursed while I combed my hair in frustration. "It certainly is." Someone uttered by the door and it's France who went back in here to blame me. Of course, I am the one to blame.

My eyes darted towards the source of the disturbance, heart pounding with dread. "This is your fucking fault, Lovely! If you didn't poison Nathalie, then our plan wouldn't have gone awry!" Sage's voice reverberated with barely contained fury, slicing through the air like a blade. My breath caught in my throat as I listened, the words carving deep wounds in my already wounded heart. "All right, then! I'm sorry, okay?! It's all my fault! It's always been my fucking fault! Just fucking kill me, then!" Lovely's voice trembled with desperation, her words laced with self-loathing.

“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.