Not My Fault Book Novels & Stories

I said with a smile because I do believe it was not her fault. If any girl go through this situation it was never her fault. It was the man's fault who ruined a pure soul.. " are you sure you are not disgusted knowing that someone else has touched me the way only you can? The fact someone has used my body? When I'm feeling like a shit how can you not? You know in this time I have totally forgotten about this chapter of my life I have just Bury then deep inside my chest. I only share this with 2 people. They didn't judge me for what happened but they assured me that it was not my fault.. But today suddenly my all restraints broke.. I remembered everything.. "Aadhya said while I was listening

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five He was a monster. He was a monster. He was a monster. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five It was Jasper’s fault.

“None of this is your fault. Don’t blame yourself.” “But it is my fault!” I sobbed, unable to stop the flood of guilt that consumed me. “You’ve been hurting because of me. Drystan rejected you because of me. You ran away for three years because of me. I caused all of this—” “No!” Nova interrupted, her voice firm, though her hands trembled as they held mine tightly. “None of this is your fault, Astrid. You didn’t cause any of this. You didn’t know, and even if you did, it doesn’t change anything.

I didn’t respond; I was too busy thinking about what he said. Am I such a horrible person? I mean, none of what happened is really my fault. Or, well, kind of. A little bit. But the rest is not my fault. I didn’t mean to get pregnant. I didn’t even invite Julliette over, and I am paying for her hospital, so that’s not on me. And maybe I did try to get Malachi fired, but it’s just a fucking job. Not a big deal, either. But then why do I have this weird feeling in my stomach?

*I'm so sorry you're going through this. *It's not your fault,* I thought back. *None of this is your fault.* *Still. I wish I could make it better.* *You can't. No one can.*

“You don’t have to say it, it clearly is. A crunch in mac and cheese? Really? I am not good at cooking. I was never interested, so I am not the best. I watched a bunch of YouTube videos to make this, but I still messed it up. Now you are in so much pain because of me which you don’t deserve and I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I was watching the road and the car just came out of nowhere, and now this happened…” “Talia, hey, hey slow down,” Maxton said, placing his hand over mine when he saw me getting nervous. “None of this is your fault. It was a freak accident. What matters is that you are okay, things would have been really bad if that car had hit you.” “Well, it is my fau

I can't think clearly—my hands are shaking too much, my breathing too uneven, the institutional smell making me feel claustrophobic. IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. "Raelynn!" Mum grabs my hands, jolting me back to reality. I force myself to meet her concerned eyes and Edward's worried gaze. "I... I don't know. We were all at the bonfire, but then..." Instead of explaining about the photo, about the message written in what looked like blood, my eyes well up with tears. "It's my fault, Mum."

Whose fault was it? I know the answer. I know it with the clarity of a truth-seer and the certainty of someone who was actually there, who poured everything she had into keeping that small life going, who exhausted herself fighting for a child she had no obligation to fight for at all. Without me, that baby would have been gone weeks before it was. I gave it more time than it would have had. I gave it everything I was capable of giving. It was not enough. But it was not nothing. And it was not my fault.

Just watching me in that pure calm that only he can achieve. “It’s my fault,” “It’s my fault,” I say again, stronger this time, my voice shaking with the weight of it. I can feel the words building inside me, as though saying them over and over will somehow make them less painful. “No, it’s not,” he says sharply, his voice steady, trying to ground me. “It's my fault!” I snap, the words tearing from my throat. “I did this. If I hadn’t—”