Novel & Cerita My Fault London Fanfiction

How dare you try to do something stupid? I rubbed my temples. He speaks like he's my heart. Like he knows what I do and why I do them Me: this isn't my fault it's yours. If you had controlled your temper and dropped your fist then your punch wouldn't have met her Daniel : it's your fault it met her Me: really? My fault? It's not my fault your fist landed on her. I'm not a magician, I can't control your fist Ugwa: I think I lost a tooth

The familiar streets of the city rolled by, each one a marker counting down to the moment I'd have to leave this car and pretend everything was normal. But I wasn't really seeing them. All I could see was the replay of tonight—the broken glass scattered across the floor like fallen stars, the blood on his knuckles stark against his pale skin, the way it had dripped onto his crisp white shirt. The storm in his eyes when he talked about Zayn, raw and dangerous and so unlike the controlled mask he usually wore. And underneath all of it, threading through every memory like poison through veins, the one truth that gnawed at me, relentless and cruel: this is my fault.

“It’s not the guard’s fault. It’s my fault–actually, it’s your fault too.” I closed my eyes for a second at the last thing I said. “What?” Sir Calix asked with a frown while putting down his phone. “My fault?” his eyes rolled like saucers. “I mean, it’s my fault because I didn’t remember the directions to here. Your fault is that you didn’t give me a visitor’s ID. Isn’t security here strict? You know that.” I straightened my lips, gradually raising both ends of my lips. When Sir Calix continued to frown, still gazing at me, I smiled with my teeth showing.

This is entirely your fault! Keep an eye out for Chapter 10!

"Eve, I'm sorry for missing our date. Regardless of my excuse, you must have waited a long, long time for me. That's my fault. To be honest, I knew it was you the moment you added me with your anonymous account. That's because I've seen you logging into that account in the library. "I was surprised when you asked me if I'd like to have that kind of video chat with you. It was hard to imagine you doing something like that because you seemed so well-behaved. I couldn't help but feel happy when I learned that I was the first person you asked to do it. I knew you weren't a girl who often found pleasure using such methods. You only did it to find out how I felt about you."

It had worked. Femi had taken her on a short sightseeing tour of the city of London and she had thoroughly enjoyed the outing. She had giggled like a girl once again. She had quipped that Femi would be a great lover but he had ignored her barb about his marital status. His best friend, Segun, was already in a serious relationship which was already veering towards tying the nuptials but Femi was unfazed. Femi paused in his business of peeling off the skin from the orange and gazed briefly at Ame.

Atlas's POV Finally I was back in London, the city I was born in and the city where I met my love, my badass angel. Oh how much I missed her while I was in Italy. Not a day went past without remembering her, she was the only one on my mind. I even had to talk to her photo at nights to be able to sleep but now I am finally back. I wanted to just embrace my Faith tightly in my arms where she belongs and never let her go. 'Would she be happy to see me?', I asked myself. 'I doubt it', I thought as the answer hurt me. If the company wasn't so busy then I would have taken Fai with me and if she refused I would have forced her to go with me but knowing how important our new project is to her, I cou

She looked at me with a guilty face and said, "I heard that from the guard at the door. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I went back to my home last night to get something and looked for it for a long time. I didn't expect you to go back to the clinic last night, so I didn't leave a message for you, which made you misunderstand. If you didn't go out to look for me, you wouldn't get involved in this kind of trouble. It's all my fault." I shook my head and said, "It's not your fault! I took the wrong road carelessly and got into the current predicament. I'm lucky to be back alive. But Oprah..." Speaking of the dead Oprah, I felt very sad. Lydia was silent, too. I clenched my fist angrily and said

“Fuck! You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I just- I feel so useless right now. You’re in this mess because of me. I should have protected you better. I’m sorry.” See what I meant by him being confusing yes? He was driving me crazy. How could he go from attacking me to apologising? But yes it was his fault anyways. “It is your fault alright.” I murmured at first, feeling something rise up in my chest. “All of this is your fault. We’re not here because of my father’s sins. We’re here because of you!” I didn’t know why I suddenly got so angry at him but I knew I didn’t want to hold it back.