The Loud House It's Not Your Fault Novels & Stories

Then his face twisted into something ugly. "Heh. Drop the act, Clark. Heidi's infertility's real. You're CEO—how long before you toss her too? Just like I did." Clark let out a sharp laugh, then kicked Simon hard. "Just 'cause you're a dog doesn't mean the rest of us bark. You're disgusting." He shot the guards a look. They dragged Simon out, Nancy tossed right after him. Once their whining disappeared, I glanced up. "Clark... what Simon said—"

In Father’s house, I would never get anything if I broke or ruined the first one, even by mistake. “It’s not your fault, Daisy,” he said with seriousness, and I nod. And for the first time, it’s not my fault. It is not my fault.

Annoyed by the hotness from the sun, Madam Barlow cried, "This is all Charles's fault for taking the cars from us, making us use an Uber! How can he be so evil to ill-treat us in our own home!" When Mr. Barlow played deaf to her words, she frowned and continued, "Catherine would have never…" "Maybe if you would have been a bit nicer to her and Rome in the past…" "Me! How about you?! Were you not the same as me! Now we are losing it all, you want to make it my fault!" Frowning, Mr. Barlow looked away from his wife and cleared his throat before ringing the doorbell again. "Don't they have security or someone to monitor the cameras outside the gate! Doesn't anyone see us!" Madam Rosey cried out

“This isn’t your fault.” My head snaps up. “What?” The corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “You’ve been thinking it since we got here.” I immediately look away. “You don’t know that.” “I do.” My eyes sting. “She fainted after seeing that email, Dad. It is my fault.” “Lila.” His voice is patient and gentle, almost soothing but my heart is racing too fast for it to have an effect. “The argument or email didn’t make your mother collapse.”

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

“I've got a fucking business that I'm running, staff to be paid at the end of every month and Mama's fees at the nursing home has to be fucking paid too!” Dean's face contoured into a dark angry shade. He walked up to me and stared right into my eyes. “Whose fault is it then, huh?” he stabbed my chest with a finger. “It. Was. Your. Fucking. Fault! It's your fault that we are all in this mess. And it's your fault that Mama is stuck in that nursing home with no recollection of who we are! It was all your god-damned fault!” My fingers dug down into my palm, almost drawing blood as I bit down hard on my lower lip.

I'm not afraid of anything since I don't come from drugs Exhausted there they found drugs under my bed, I was shocked to see that Me: but it's not mine Agent: miss please follow us, you are under arrest Me: but I do nothing, mom Mom: please let go, she didn't do anything They take me in their cars, I scream but no one listens to me. It's my fault I can't help it. I shouldn't have intervened in my mother's life I should have left her single, I forced it and here is the result. Everything that happens to me is louis's fault

Richie calls giving her a look to shut up "Don’t look at me like that bro, I am just saying what the internet is saying." "Richie, tell me what happened," His mom says sounding profound "Actually, it’s not Richie’s fault, it’s my fault I wasn’t lo-" I try to explain but because I could finish the sentence, I was cut off by Emily. "No one said it was Richie’s fault, we all know whose fault it is." "Enough Emily. It’s no one’s fault neither mine nor Rachel’s and it doesn’t even matter because Rachel is fine and I am fine too." Richie says

“You... You're dead, Mom. So is father, everyone. Everything died that night. Everything was my fault.” Those soft hands cupped my face in a brief peck, her lips warm where they should have been cold. “I know everything, my daughter. It's not your fault. I've come to tell you that it's not your fault. And I, as your mother, am very proud to have given birth to a responsible Luna like you.”

I'm done trying to understand his sick jealousy. I grind my teeth and reply coldy and calmly, “Let go of me.” “Answer the question.” “I won't.” There's an unsettling silence that follows. Liam breaks it after a while, loosening his grip on me. “This is all my fault.” Oh, is he just realizing that? I never knew him to be slow. “It's all my fault,” he repeats, stepping backwards. “I never should've let you out of this house. I never should've let you go out to meet that son of a bitch.”