Our Fault Book 3 Novels & Stories

It's not your fault Isabelle . "It is not my fault? I dragged you all into this mess." "It's not my fault? I dragged Aiden and Amelia into this, they got kidnapped. " "It's not my fault? I almost killed your sister Justin." "It's not my fault? So it isn't my fault that James took that bullet for Mre that evening?" It isn't my fault right then why am I the root cause of all of this? "Tell me, Justin. " "Why I ju… just want an answer "

Luan followed my gaze, his eyes darkening as he saw the man's body. “Bastard,” he muttered. Car sounds faintly heard from a distance. Boaz. No doubt, he was already on his way with backup. Luan looked back at me, guilt flooding his face. “This is my fault. I should have listened to you.” I grabbed his sleeve weakly. “It’s not your fault,” I lied. He shook his head. “You’re injured because of me.” If only he knew. As the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, I let my head fall back against the ground, breathing shallowly, playing my part.

She would like to find out who this person was! “He’s here, he’s here!I knew it! This is bad, this is bad… It’s my fault for involving all of you and I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I should’ve left earlier, sob…” Faye’s face was drenched in tears, her expression filled with guilt and regret. In her perception, it was her fault for involving Hayley, Shaelyn, and Lysithea. That was what was most agonizing to her! Hayley clutched her hand and said in a determined tone, “Don’t worry, Fifi. I’m here and I’ll make sure that you’re fine. You’re going to be fine…”

"And second, I am going somewhere to die away from you both. If you only listened instead of trying to lead, we would be heading safely towards Spain, Bryce would have married your cousin, and you would have stood to inherit his Dukedom if something happened to them before conceiving an heir, which was your plan all along. You deserve this death. Goodbye." I slam the door behind me, barely able to listen to Geoffrey's yells of indignation through the thick barrier. I'm beginning to feel a little fuzzy and disoriented. I glance back down to my fingers, and three more digits have turned black. I sigh in acceptance because there is nowhere I can go

But since Macy was present, and he could see how she was pinching her friend in secret, he just chuckled to get their attention. "It's okay, it's my fault too. Let's just call it quits," he said with a smile. Macy smiled back, but Caspien could see how much her friend wanted to disappear in embarassment, which made him laugh. "I'm Caspien" He introduced himself, and Macy exclaimed, "My idol!" "I'm Macy, and this is my friend Danica. I'm really sorry for what happened," Macy said, looking at him apologetically.

He said “Oh guys, please don't do this again.” “I didn't do anything, I just brought out the book. You were the one figuring out the hole. Trying to know what's in there.” “Well, if you had spoken to us before pulling out the book we would have weighed our chances.” “I have been speaking!” I yelled, “but you didn't want to listen because you didn't want to ruin the life of the woman who saved you. Well guess who's life is ruined.” “So you are saying this is my fault?” He asked

she said between shallow breaths, “do you honestly think this is your fault?” Mimi’s eyes darted to the floor, her expression crumbling under Mia’s gaze. “Of course, it is,” she whispered, guilt lacing her tone. “I shouldn’t have left that day then he wouldn't have found us.” “Yeah, sure, it's your fault. Happy? Arguing with you over this is pointless, what has happened has happened. It is what it is.”

I tried to prop myself up which was too painful. “Don’t. You should rest more.” He squeezed my hand knowingly. I could overhear cops outside the room. There were 3 casualties in total. All three were girls. Brunettes. Like me. One of them was Aria. I feel a lump in my throat. “It’s my fault.” I whisper, taking in a shaky breath like I was about to cry. “Shhh.. It’s okay. I’m here. It wasn’t your fault. You don’t control that man’s actions. I won’t let you blame yourself, alright?” He whispered, moving the bed cover and getting into bed with me. Just like we used to at the dorm.

Julian yelled and Faith winced. "It's my fault, I was so wrong and stupid, I couldn't even prevent them from taking my baby away, I should h_ave done s_something __" She inhaled deeply as tears threatened to fall. Julian leaned to palm her face carefully. "You know it's not your fault that you got deceived by that bastard! Because of him, you've been through a lot since these past few days. We are going to get back my little niece, but first of all, you need to recuperate properly."

Everything in our home revolved around her, as if she owned the house. Recalling my bitter past, I wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I just walk away when I still had the chance? Andrew slammed on the accelerator. As if something had just occurred to him, he frowned and muttered, "Well played, Jovana. No wonder I haven't heard from you in three years—you've been out there messing around with some other man." Watching him clench his jaw in anger, I wanted to slap him across the face. A blind, heartless scum like him had no right to accuse me!