My Fault London Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"It's not your fault that I didn't raise you well..." Wait, what! "It's my fault. It's my fault I raised you badly. It's my fault I didn't raise you to be a decent woman with self-respect. It's my fault that you... You dared to do something so immoral not caring how it would affect those around you. It's my fault you turned out to be an indecent loose woman. I failed your mother! I failed her for raising a bad daughter! I failed her for raising a slut! It's my fault! "

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.

I said firmly, “when all of this is over I want to tell her that I’m sorry. If… if the roles were reversed I may have behaved more badly than she did.” I heard him sigh. “Suit yourself,” he said, “but it’s really not your fault.” “You can’t say that,” I replied, “I knew you were engaged and I still…” Brandon laughed. “What’s so funny?” I asked him. “You admitting that you’re at fault,” he said, “you have never done that.” “That’s not true,” I replied, “I can admit when I’m wrong.”

"Stop. It's not your fault." I hadn't even realized I'd been projecting into our mindlink. "But it is," I whimpered. "It's all my fault." "Listen to me." He pulled out of the hug, holding my shoulders, and looking me straight in the eyes. "It is not your fault. Do you hear me? It's not your fault. It's Ravenna's fault, and you've gotten rid of her. Okay?" I began to shake my head, and Dante shook me slightly.

“What are you talking about? None of this is your fault! You have nothing to blame yourself for.” “Had I not introduced you two to each other...” There was a small choke in his voice, but he recovered quickly. “...then perhaps you would both be happy now. I hate to see you two suffering.” "It was my fault.” I sighed. “If there’s one person to blame, it’s me. I failed Emelia, and now she wants nothing to do with me. I’ve tried so hard to get back into her good graces, and to at least try and remain friends, but... I’m sorry. I know you loved

My sight blurred as tears streamed down my eyes and splattered on the ground underneath me. She had died because of me. “It’s not your fault,” Liam said, his tone trying to offer solace, as he rubbed on my shoulder. But he was wrong. All of this was all my fault. I raised my head and looked Diana in the eyes, “I didn’t ask for any of this. How much do I have to suffer?” Her eyes were tender as she spoke, “I know it hurts, but it’s fate. The moon god—

“All of you. It’s my fault that you aren’t working on your rugby career right now. I feel bad that I took that away from you, Jesse, Matt, Rain, and my brother Michael too.” I shook my head. “Lia, I won’t start driving until you agree that this isn’t your fault because it’s not. This is simply the cards life dealt us.” Lia was staring out the window, hopefully considering what I was saying. I didn’t want to be pushy, but she had to understand that this was not her fault. It was no one’s fault! If you wanted to blame anyone then you should blame fate. Fate was the one to blame. Fate was always fucking around in our lives, trying to fuck us over. I wished it could just leave us alone and it fi

I open the door to the last dungeon room and I stand, the sight in front of me spearing me forcefully. London is quite awake, her big eyes staring at me. She is leaning across the cage bars, those ever-blue eyes, the ones I love staring at me. I wish I had hit Reaper some more. The fucker had the liver to lock London up in a cage. As London notices me, she starts whimpering, fat hot stream of tears streaks down her eyes. She is beautiful, I feel a pinch in my heart for hurting her. It makes me feel like a bastard.