My Fault Novels & Stories

I wouldn't still go even if I was to be sure somehow that she wouldn't be sleeping in the house tonight. My head was full, and my eyes hung heavily. In everything that had happened, I did not shed a single tear. I didn't want to. It was not my mother's fault that she trailed the wrong part, that she met the wrong people. It was not my fault to have believed a friend I have known for the past three years, and it was not my fault that they were players. It was not my fault that I was surrounded by people that should be hung high and tight, left to dangle until the only words left in their mouths wer

“The house, well, the fire was so large that something inside exploded. Debris flew and—” “And you got hit by something.” This was your fault, Fiona. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, trying to push back the guilt. It eats at me like a flesh-eating parasite, spreading through my entire body until I almost become numb. Except I don’t. I feel every bit of the heaviness that weighs on me. I’ve never wanted anyone, especially someone I care about, to get hurt for me. “It wasn’t your fault, Fiona.” “But it was. You got hurt because I—”

“I couldn’t let you go out on your own, knowing how much pain you’re in, and it’s partly my fault.” “It’s not your fault, Greg. Whatever happened was not your fault. You had no way of stopping it.” “But if I had arrived earlier, maybe she’d be here with us,” Greg said. I sighed at my Beta’s words. I shifted back and sat, butt naked, on the grass, knees up, with my hands resting on them. “It’s my fault. If only I had brought her home earlier, this wouldn’t have happened. I apologize for earlier. You did nothing wrong,” I told my Beta, who had shifted and was seated on the ground, naked like me.

“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

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."

It's all my fault. I buried my face in my palms, shaking my head and repeating the words until it was engraved in my brain and heart. It was my fault. I caused everything. I hurt her. I made her bleed. I broke her bones. I made her cry. I scared her. All of it was my fault. I'm pathetic. Sapphire will never look at me the same way again.

His touch was a balm to my troubled soul, offering a fleeting moment of solace in the storm of my guilt. I looked up straight at him and said, “How can you say that it wasn't my fault?” My voice quivered with the weight of my self-blame, a burden too heavy to bear alone. “It is my fault!!” The words spilled out with a raw intensity, revealing the deep-seated self-condemnation that had been gnawing at my core.

“Then maybe you should’ve stopped when I told you to. I begged you, Claire, but you wouldn’t listen. It’s your fault! It’s all your fault!” Claire’s heart shattered at her mother’s words. Her hands slipped from her shoulders, falling limp by her sides. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she whispered to herself, “It’s my fault... it’s my fault,” over and over, the words cutting deeper each time. Suddenly, her surroundings blurred and shifted, pulling her out of the memory. She blinked, her breath hitching as reality came back into focus. It was just a flashback—a cruel reminder of a past she could never undo.

I cut her off right there. “I said that they died because I tried to reach out for you. But you get the meaning wrong. It’s not your fault. That sentence could even imply my own fault in it, and believe me, I went down that very dark path, too, believing it was my fault. But it’s neither your nor my fault. It’s utterly alone Drake’s fault,” her hands clasp across her mouth in shock as those words escape my lips.

Why did I let it get to this? "I will find him and make him pay for this" "It's your fault I'm like this. It's your fault" "I'm sorry" ******************************************