My Fault The Book Novels & Stories

"The bad things didn't happen. I am alive. Now please, get up off the cold floor and sit properly." Instead of moving to the chair, she stubbornly buried her face right back into my legs, her voice sounding completely muffled and distorted against the heavy fabrics. "I am so incredibly sorry, Luna Fedora!" she cried out, her voice filled with a deep, crushing weight of guilt. "It was all my fault! The entire disaster was completely my fault from the very beginning! I should have never been so foolish as to suggest that we go out for a walk outside the safety of the pack borders! I should have never put your precious life in such a dangerous situation! I am the one who almost got you killed b

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

He wasn't a loved one but he was someone I cared about and I am sure he was being hurt because of me. It seems like it hadn't been Alora’s fault; for the first time she had been telling the truth… It was my fault. My mother or Alora wasn't the one bringing a risk to his life, I was. I am sorry Seff but since it was my fault I will do anything to protect you,even if you don't like it.

I asked on our way back? “Don’t wanna talk about it.” “That’s fine. We can talk about something else…. Have anything in mind?” He stopped walking and turned to look at me. “This was your fault.” “What?” “You told me to touch myself.” “Did you also forget the part where I told you to play a game…or… or read a fucking book. Now it’s my fault that you couldn’t get yourself to cum!” “What the fuck did you say to me?” “Oh! You heard me. It’s not my fault that you couldn’t get you…”

"I know, Zoey. But I feel like it’s my fault in some way." Zoey arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Your fault? Your fault that he stole from you? Unless you handed him your banking encryption and a 'please rob me' note, I’m failing to see the logic." "Not that, Zoey," I whispered, rubbing my temples where a tension headache was beginning to bloom. "Then what? Because I’m still trying to understand how you think this is your fault. The man committed a felony, Eliora. That’s a choice."

‎"My fault?" ‎"Yes, your fault!" I was angry now. Angry at him. Angry at Sarah. Angry at myself for being stupid enough to trust him. "You're the one who went to Crowley in the first place. You're the one who thought you could steal from a billionaire and get away with it. You're the one who fucked everything up." ‎"I fucked it up?" Marcus's voice was low and dangerous. "You're the one who fucked your best friend's husband. You're the one who helped me steal from her. You're the one who celebrated when you thought she was dead."

“It still doesn’t make me better, Giana. I caused pain just by existing. I made that choice.” The pain in my belly flared. My legs buckled. I collapsed. Giana dropped to the floor with me, cupping my face in her hands. “It is not your fault,” she whispered. “You had to survive.” “At the expense of someone else’s pain?” I sobbed. “I am a bad person. I did this.” “This is all Leonardo’s fault. He sent you to the slave home. You did what you had to do.You are not bad. Fate happened.”

I smirked and answered, “Of course, I know it. No man is perfect." “When you ran out of the room naked, I followed you. And has it ever occurred to you that I saw Zed entering your room? Your saint husband is a devil, Miss Jakara, don’t you know about that? He’s the one who ruined you and caused you to forget everything, even your name!"

Edwards face paled at the memory, he had paid one of the boys from Rugby to add sneezing powder to every one of those pompous ladies’ books, he had no idea that this poor angel of a woman would be getting the blame, much less locked in the cupboard for something that was entirely out of her control! "Actually, that was my fault, I mean I didn't actually do it myself of course, but I paid a lad from Rugby, I mean it was only twenty quid, but he said it would be a funny way to get my mum back, I didn't think, I should have realised someone would get the blame. I'm sorry, I should have it's just, she took my car keys, I didn't deserve it, I was only ten minutes late and it wasn't even my fault,

"I do feel guilty about it. If I had not arranged that meeting, you would not have been angry and you would not have had the accident. It was my fault that all of this happened. It was my fault that we lost our baby. It is my fault that—” “It does not matter whose fault it is. For all I know, we both were at fault. I should have listened and stayed instead of driving with unstable emotions." "But I did this. I was the one who caused—" "Jiev, don't you see? We could never change the past, so the past does not matter. Not anymore. And it certainly does not have anything to do with the way I feel right now.” “But you have a right to know. I hurt you. I did not mean for anything to happen, but i