My Fault The Book Novelas e Histórias

"I should have protected her. I should have listened when she said it was too dangerous. I should have put her safety first instead of—" "Instead of Aunty Mia," Theo finished bitterly. "You picked Aunty Mia over Mama. Just like I did. We both picked Aunty Mia, and now Mama's gone, and it's both our faults." "No." I caught his hands gently but firmly. "Theo, look at me. It is not your fault. You're four years old. You didn't understand what was happening. You didn't make any choices that led to this. I did. I'm the adult. I'm the one who should have known better. This is my fault, not yours."

My eyes kept trailing around trying to search for him, but there was no sign of him anywhere. I pressed my hand against the window and stared until we were too far away to see anything anymore. "This is all my fault," I muttered as the car drove away. "Why would you blame yourself?" "It is all my fault. If only I had listened to him and not gone with them. Then maybe he would have been so focused and would have known when all of this was about to happen. But I was a fool. I thought I was ready for the Mafia world and kept insisting." "It is not your fault. A lot happened in the last few days and you were trying to get yourself distracted. You could not have known that any of this would happe

Ralph’s voice was intimidating, it was obvious that he was really frustrated by what happened. “Ralph, it is not Elia’s fault. It was my fault,” I answered him because it was really my fault. Had I not judged too quickly, had I not suspected a wrong person in the very first place, that would have never happened, “please, the blame is on me. Don’t hold it against Elia.”

Even though Chandler had promised he would handle everything, and that deep, steady voice of his had eased some of the crushing fear in my chest, the guilt still refused to let me go. It’s my fault. I thought bitterly, my fingers twisting the edge of the silk sheet. I’m the one who started this. I flirted with my best friend’s father. I let him touch me. I called him Daddy when his own daughter was clueless in the same house. I turned onto my side and curled into a tight ball, trying to disappear into myself. But no matter how hard I tried to drown in self-blame, I couldn’t stop the warmth that bloomed in my chest every time I thought about him.

-Sophia! - I'm sorry, it's all my fault. - You are not for anything - Yes, I should never have introduced you to these imbeciles, I should never have put you in touch with Abdou and Doudou, it's all my fault, you were calmly sitting at home, you didn't know the boxes of night, you hardly went out, I found you at home, I convinced you to go out, you didn't want to but I insisted and since then I made you enter my nonsense, you didn't know

I had signed thousands of copies of my new book in the past couple of hours. My mind and body were on autopilot the entire time. I couldn't stop replaying what I could remember of that night in my head. I had felt dead inside since waking up the next morning. I had ruined everything with Alice in one drunken mistake of a night and it was all my fault. I was being reckless and nothing could change what had happened. "You okay?" Ben asked looking at me in the rear view mirror

Did I be bad This was the punch that shattered him. A muffled, small noise left his lips. His eyes lost focus, the exact, shaking letters swirling across the page. Her small brain, trying to make sense of the chaos, had landed on the worst explanation she could conjure: that it was her fault. That something defective in her had repelled him.

Why? "Oh my God, this is all my fault."

“Yeah. And you almost got us all caught.” “It wasn’t my fault!” “Stop denying, Yuri. It was clearly your fault! I told you to leave your stupid book to the infirmary but you didn’t.” “It dropped accidentally!” “Accident or not, it could have mostly send the four of us in jail.” “Stop it already! Just be thankful that the police didn’t see us.”

Kier said, pushing his glasses up with a worried frown. He handed me a report. "As I mentioned before, if we force the chip to operate beyond its extended lifespan, it will cause irreparable neural damage to Mr. Faust." He expected me to panic. He still believed I was the same woman who would trade her soul to the Devil to save Alan's life. How quaint. I had changed. "I suppose we'll see what happens," I said, closing the report. My tone caught him off guard. "Uh, listen. I have a backup solution to—"