My Fault Novels & Stories

She started murmuring 'I deserve the pain' while sobbing. "No, baby. No. It's not your fault and Georgina has no more right to hurt you. If they were angry, they should have just confronted me, I would have. Because I'm the one at fault." The father held herface as it spoke. "Remember this. You're out of all our trouble. It's not your fault, okay?" His father hugged her tightly.

I'll be Labeebah Bakura. "Baayi, I'm sorry. I am truly sorry." Bashir Bakura pinched the space between his brows, let go of the skin and then massaged it. He pulled his hands through his slightly curly hair and leaned back in his chair, enough to watch his second daughter and last child, Falmata, cry. He was trying to determine the authenticity of her tears. "What are you sorry for?" He asked with a wave of his hand even though, somehow he knew. He knew the documents he had left in her mother's room for her to see had been seen and this was a reaction.

Ame tried to explain to her friend. Ego bowed her head in remorse. "I've failed you, Ame, I pushed you unconsciously into Dapo's arms! Oh, will Phil ever forgive me for this?!" she muttered and shook her head. She looked up at Ame. This time both friends had a film of tears in their eyes. Involuntarily, they clasped each other in a tight embrace and wept their hearts out.

"Don't you dare blame yourself for that! It was my fault I took that risk. You put those guards outside the house to keep me safe. But it was me who didn't listen to them. So whose fault is it? Me. So stop torturing yourself for the thing you didn't do, again." He shook his head, eyes pained. "I should've known that you were there. I should've listened to your voice messages and picked up your calls. But my phone was fucking dead! I forgot to charge it last night! It's all my fucking fault!" He slammed his fist against the headboard of the bed, cursing. I gasped. "Ace! Stop! I said it wasn't your fault. And nothing happened to me right? I'm fine. It was my stu

Her brother was in trouble and it was partially her fault . " Its not your fault " said Kyle very quietly as if he knew what was going in her mind " When someone harms you because of their own vindictive ego and pleasure , its not your fault when you feel the pain ." " But it all started because of me " said Chelsea softly still staring at the flowing stream " If you keep blaming yourself like this you will never be able to understand why - the problems come your way . You might be the cause of this incident but its not your fault - its your responsibility " said Kyle sagely .

About the man smiling while trying to kill us. "I'm so sorry" Damian said. "I'm so sorry this happened" "It's not your fault" I said quietly. Then I stopped. I looked at him. "Actually it is your fault. All of this is your fault" Damian didn't argue. He just nodded. "You're right" he said. "It is.”

Every breath that won’t come. Every part of me that’s breaking from the inside out. Because in the end… this was all my fault.

"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.

"I'm so sorry. It's my fault. It's all my fault." Her mind raced through the sequence of events that had led to this moment, each piece falling into place with horrifying clarity. The realization that her presence, her choices, had somehow contributed to this

“Why won’t you believe me? Why don’t you want to accept it, Meadow? Why won’t you agree that it’s not your fault?” “Because it is,” she blurted out. “Alaric, I knew that she was going to die but I allowed it to happen. Her life was…” Meadow’s lips quivered. “Her life was literally in my hands and I just… crushed it. It’s my fault.” My jaw clenched. Meadow was a tough fucking nut to crack. There was nothing I could do to try to convince her to change her mind or at least see reason. Nothing except… “It’s not your fault,” I finally spoke after a few seconds of silence. “It’s mine.”