Romans & histoires My Fault London Fanfiction

I'm done trying to understand his sick jealousy. I grind my teeth and reply coldy and calmly, “Let go of me.” “Answer the question.” “I won't.” There's an unsettling silence that follows. Liam breaks it after a while, loosening his grip on me. “This is all my fault.” Oh, is he just realizing that? I never knew him to be slow. “It's all my fault,” he repeats, stepping backwards. “I never should've let you out of this house. I never should've let you go out to meet that son of a bitch.”

‎"My fault?" ‎"Yes, your fault!" I was angry now. Angry at him. Angry at Sarah. Angry at myself for being stupid enough to trust him. "You're the one who went to Crowley in the first place. You're the one who thought you could steal from a billionaire and get away with it. You're the one who fucked everything up." ‎"I fucked it up?" Marcus's voice was low and dangerous. "You're the one who fucked your best friend's husband. You're the one who helped me steal from her. You're the one who celebrated when you thought she was dead."

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."

Eliana’s POV “Arrgh! Fuck me harder baby. Yes! Fuck me with that big dick.” The blonde kept repeating as he fucked her. Anger and pain filled me but there was nothing I could do. Somehow, this was my fault. We arrived in London two weeks ago and he’d promised to protect me and keep away from me— keep his hands off me. He was playing the part of a good best friend to my dad and a good uncle to me. If I hadn’t told him never to touch me and acted disgusted by him, maybe things would be different. Why couldn’t he just understand me? He was supposed to put in a little effort into winning me back. Was I wishing for too much?

She cast her gaze down and sighed, “They could have hurt someone in the meantime and it’s my fault.” Fuck! Seeing her this dejected broke something inside me, bringing forward the need to comfort my mate. She was my mate, even though the fates didn’t unite us and she would never want to be with me. My unfated, impossible mate, that I would forever love. My arms wrapped around her to bring her towards my chest in a reassuring embrace. “It’s not your fault. What those monsters do isn’t on you. However, we should tell the King everything as soon as possible.”

“You’re lucky I slept with a guy who works at the prefecture.” Damon Westwood “How did your fiancée react when you told her you were going to London with two bombs?” I roll my eyes. “I don’t see you rolling your eyes behind your glasses so answer my question.” I put my glasses on my head and ride eyes again. June sticks her tongue out at me. “She didn't react very well. Even if you are like my brother June." “Like your brother? You could less have the decency to respect my genre ?" I burst out laughing while dodging his blows. I see that Sasha has a hint of a smile too.

' Anna said, and in an instant Liam was rendered speechless by that. He looked at Anna in despair. It seemed a fatal mistake had been made. Liam realizes that his stupidity has made Anna and Liam's relationship deadlocked. 'Please, don't be like this to me. I'm so sorry...' Anna grinned, 'Is that part of your trick? Being rude to me, then apologizing by doing this to me?' 'Why are you begging me like this, when you could make me submit and lose in this bed, like the last time you rudely did to me, huh?'

She would throw up and even fainted because she was too weak especially after she threw up. "You want to put the blame on me? I don't want to hear it any longer," With that, she gets up but I manage to grab her hand before she leaves the room. "Let me go!" "Wait, wait. Hear me out. I never blame you when this happens. This is all my fault but please, if you mad, hit me as much as you want. If that going to make you forgive me," I said and she looks at me. I see her eyes are filled with anger. Of course, she didn't hesitate to hit me but this time not even on my cheek but on my little one. She kicks hard and I admit that was fucking hurt. I fall down on the floor.

Chapter 39: Don’t Change Because of Me Faith’s P.O.V “Because…I’m not better off without you.” The words reverberated inside my head like a broken tape-recorder. How was I even supposed to reply to this? This was Brandon Wolfram. The quintessential bad boy International University of Florida, the boy who never apologizes; the boy who never shows remorse for anything he had done wrong; the boy who sleeps around without caring about anyone’s feelings; the boy who makes bets on women’s virginity…the boy who never falls in love. Was it the same Brandon who was telling me that he wanted me beside him? Or was I being a delusional fool once again? Reading too much into his words without taking them

I need to tell him this isn't my fault, my only fault is for leading him on and making him believe I am single. "Explain what, Belle?" Explain why you told me your husband is your brother? Or explain why your brother is here to beat me up? What have I done to deserve this? Is loving you a crime?" He shouts and stands up. "No", I yell back. "This isn't my fault, either." "Then, it's mine, right? Yes, it is. It is my fault for loving the wrong person. It is my fault for being too forward...." "Shut the fuck up and listen to me", I cut him short. I can see his tears and his bruised face gradually swelling.