Our Fault Book Ending Novels & Stories

“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.

“My God… Kol.” My heart had split into two. He had held on to a guilt that wasn’t his to carry for too long. It had eaten him up to the point where he felt he wouldn’t even find peace in another. How do I tell him it wasn’t his fault? How do I say tell him that there’s no saving what is lost? It wasn’t his fault what had happened to Clara. “I’m so sorry.” I sniffled. Tears had formed in my eyes, regardless of who told the story.

We talked about a few more mundane stuff for the next ten minutes, diffusing whatever tension was still there while I removed every scene of Cameron and Asher sex scene from my mind, while being grateful I was fast enough to make sure Amethyst didn't see something like that. "It's all my fault though," I said, "The door was locked, no one answered, I used my key to get in. A bit of your fault too because you called in sick and made me think something happened to you." Acknowledging the fact that both of us were at fault was kind of like a test. I wanted to know what she would say, I wanted to know how she would react and I wanted to know if she would defend herself. Her eyes fell downward, h

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—"

I will go to hell. Can a person make a mistake so great that it cannot be forgiven? I guess yes. I don't want to be burned. I don't want to fall forever, be dragged down forever. Forever - it's hard to imagine. There must be an end to suffering. I don't deserve this. “It's not all my fault!” I trusted him too. He said it would be fine. A kiss. A hand touch. A few more kisses. A few more touches. I do not know what to do. Do not know what to say. It's not all my fault!

What toll had it taken on Theo? Finally seeming to make up her mind, she squared her shoulders and faced me, resigned determination blazing in her eyes. “You can tell him, he deserves to know.” She took a deep breath and said– “It was my fault.” I frowned, confused. “I don't quite get you. What was your fault?” “Aubrey's death. I caused it. I disclosed her plans for her parents' death anniversary.”

She whispered with a mixture of guilt and fear, half expecting him to lash out at her. "God, if the worst thing happens, I'll never be able to forgive myself." He straightened up and turned to her, startling her with the gentle concern in his voice. "No, darling. It's not your fault. You were only trying to protect me." He paused and stared into the distance. "It's my fault from the beginning. It would never have happened if I told you the truth in the first place." "What truth?" Instead of answering her with words, he pulled out a package from beneath his vest and unwrapped it. He found it hard to explain it to her or to anyone out loud, so he simply handed the book to her.

she opens her mouth a few times, searching for the words, but I gently hold her hands and shake my head. “It’s not your fault. Things just… turned out this way. Maybe this was how our story was meant to end. It started with a foolish act of revenge—and in the end, revenge is exactly how it died.”

I lay there on the floor speechless. Pablo was indeed right about everything. It's my fault Freddy died... It's my fault Diana was taken... It's my fault Sapphire is dead... And now... It's my fault Pablo is dead too. I caused all of this. Everything is no one else's fault but mine. I have to fix this. I... I can't let Diana die. I got up from the ground and picked up the book. "Let's go." I said to Linda who was standing there paralyzed with fear and whose tears didn't seem to want to run down her cheeks.