My Fault Series Book Novels & Stories

“You know, maybe this is just my guilt trying to find a way out—piece by piece. I was one of the people who pushed Althea down. I stood by and let terrible things happen to her without ever defending her. And to this day, I’m ashamed. I’m so ashamed I don’t even know if I could face her.” Silence stretched between them, broken only by the steady ticking of the wall clock. At last, Daven’s voice came, gentler this time. “The past can’t be erased, Felicia. And it’s not just you who carries that weight. The person most at fault for what happened to Althea… is me.” Felicia drew in a long breath. “But at least,” he added quietly, “you’ve admitted your mistakes. That’s the first step.”

“Definitely, and it is my fault.” “No, no.” Renata shakes her head. “It's not your fault.” she confidently tells me. Her words are comforting but I can not live in the delusion of being right when I've wronged my husband so much over a misunderstanding. I let father plot his coup before he even takes the throne, it's my fault, I'm to blame, like every damn time since my first breath on this dammed earth. “But you don't know what happened,” I point out.

"Come on, Rain. Open the door." Nothing. I hesitated, then let out a sigh, laying my hand against the wood once more. "I'm sorry." The silence between us drew out. "I know you're blaming yourself," I went on. "I know exactly what's running through your head right now. That if you had done something different, Faith would be safe. That it's your fault Nathan took her. That it's your fault anyone is in danger." Another pause. Then, barely above a whisper, "It is my fault."

Yet she had never felt as desperate as she did now. Please, God. Bring my baby back to me. I’ll do anything. I’ll give anything. Please. I don’t pray for riches or power. I just pray for clarity, for insight, guidance, and wisdom. Please. Help me save my daughter. A loud bang suddenly startled Caitlin, and she looked over and was surprised to see one of the large dusty books she had stacked beside her had slipped off the mound and fell by her knee. Caitlin, puzzled, examined it, a huge, heavy, leather-bound book, nearly two feet long, and realized it was one of a few books she had not yet read.

“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.

I didn’t want to believe it was my fault, it wasn’t my fault Rye got into the accident either, right? But the truth was, it was my fault my mother had to raise a child on her own when she was still a child, it was my fault my father didn’t want me and he abandoned her. It was my fault that Derek died, if only I had done something — anything. And today, it was my freaking fault that Rye was fighting for her life. My heart clenched as my fingers moved faster against my skin, the pain dulled my senses and thoughts.

Kali's grip holding me down, I could hear the creaking of my skull underneath her strength. "You're not focused," she said. "Stop thinking about how you have failed and how it was never really your fault. You're just a byproduct of your society." "It's not my fault," I squeezed out. "Of course it is. Do you believe that you aren't at fault for your own demise? I know how you've lived. You steal, kill, and lie your way through life." "You don't know me!"

“But I can’t help but feel like this is my fault. If I hadn’t organized the gala, if I hadn’t put myself in that position, if I hadn’t brought all this danger to our family… she wouldn’t be here.” Liam wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “Don’t do that,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “None of this is your fault. The only people to blame are the ones who pulled the trigger, the ones who sent him. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want any of this.” Kayla wanted to believe him, but the guilt was still there, heavy and persistent. She stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in Liam’s arms, until a nurse came out and told them they could go in and see Taylor.

"You've cared for him. It's enough. He doesn't deserve you. Things like this happen. It is natural to have feelings for the man you are intimate with. It's not your fault." "It is my fault." For the first time in my life, I shouted at her. "Everything is my fault. When mom died, Cayden consoled me that it wasn't my fault. But it is. If I didn't pull that stupid prank in the first place,she wouldn't have died. She was raped. He hit her with a... How was that not my fault. Cayden did not get into college. He thought military was a better way to provide me good life. He never came back. How was that not my fault? And you. You have been looking after me along with your kid. You nodded your head

“It was all Flora. She manipulated everything. She tricked me, tricked everyone, and ruined what we had—our perfect family. I swear to you, I had no idea about half of what she did. I only found out when it was too late. And I was devastated.” “None of it was your fault?” I asked coldly. “Yes. It wasn’t.” “So my medication being tampered with wasn’t your doing?” “Charlotte, I swear on my…” “You pushing me into the water and watching me drown wasn’t your fault either?” “Actually, that was…” “You tampering with my car, having me locked in the hospital, taking away all my years of hard work, making me raise your bastard child, and convincing me I could never have one of my own—none of that was