What Happens In Our Fault Book Novels & Stories

"It's really not your fault. Or mine. It's just…things escalated. And I'm not sure if it was the right time. But it's no one's fault." He sighed. "Of course it's no one's fault. It wasn't a mistake, after all. It's just…you drive me crazy. And I'm just trying to distance myself so I don't go crazy." "Go crazy, for all I care," I said. "Just…don't avoid me like that." He laughs and kisses my forehead, and then my lips. "If you say so, my lady." Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. After a few more days of soaking the last of the autumn sun and breathing in the crisp air–and finally finishing that book I was reading–we had to return to Valeria.

And it wasn’t her fault that… Well, Linda couldn’t fully remember what Audrey had done. But whatever it was, she knew it wasn’t her fault. Nothing was ever Linda’s fault. During Linda’s haphazard cleaning, she knocked a book off of the shelf. The spine fell open, and as Linda glanced down, she furrowed her brow; the page was blank. Empty. “Weird,” she muttered to herself. But a quick glance at the clock revealed that it was time to leave, so she didn’t even bother to pick up the book before strutting off.

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“You two proved a lot of people wrong. That includes me. Well done.” I nodded, trying to contain the grin still stuck to my face. As we stepped out of the office and back into the corridor, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. The pressure of Rogue Psychology, of expectations, of failure—it was gone. Once Professor Callahan stepped out, the door clicking softly shut behind him, the silence that settled between Liam and me wasn’t awkward. It was quiet... but strangely comforting. We just sat there, still processing the weight of everything that had happened—from the camp, what we had to survive, and yet here we were.

She didn't know why she cared so much, but Valia’s pain gripped her like a hand around the lungs. She flipped another page. And Another. She could not stop. By the tenth chapter, the world around Fru had begun to shift. "What in gods' name of craziness is going on..." Fru whispered, as she struggled to stand straight. Her eyes darting around her. The sound of crickets dulled into silence. "Whoa, whoa, whoa" Fru's mouth rounded in disbelief as the ink in the book rippled beneath her gaze, words liquefying into an emerald glow.

He asked in a firm tone that made me shake inside. I have to be careful with my answer, there seems to be a conspiracy at play here. Someone definitely wanted me out, but I don't know who that is, at least not yet. I remembered I had indeed handed a man a small book while at the mall. It had fallen from the man and I was only trying to help, not knowing everything was planned and I was being recorded. And now everything seems to make sense to me. I closed my eyes, then opened them back in an instant. The next words I'm about to say would either put me in trouble or vindicate me.

But before I left for good, I looked at her over my shoulder and said, “Remember what I said. If we ever meet again, I won’t let you live.” ° ° ° ° ° ° ° I took a deep, calming breath before I inserted the key and unlocked the Book of the Damned. The second I heard the click sound, there was an earthquake. Or at least, I’d thought it was an earthquake until I realized that everything else inside my room was staying perfectly still except for the book and my hands that were holding it. The book was shaking, and I feared that it would burst at any moment. Luckily, the shaking ceased after a few minutes and the cover of the book swung open, revealing the first page.

Cause…that’s what he made me feel – it is what they all made me feel… like dirt. Yes!! I am not perfect – yes I fuck around with taken men…Yes , I may deserve everything that I am feeling at this moment. I would like to say it is not my fault , but it is. It may still be my fault , but this would have not happened if he did not enter my life. I feel the pain of every guy that used me , I feel it surge through my body – the pain is felt from my head to my feet. I feel trapped , suffocated , helpless…like I felt that day.

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.

| The Encounter | TIME PASSED by without you even knowing it. The more you ignore the time, the faster it ticks. First day in College gone better as I expected. No hassle at all. I even meet new girlfriends which share the same interests as mine—Nena, a black American girl who loves coffee and books, Trix, a foodie blonde girl, and Evette, the fashionista. Though I was a bit left behind by being a sassy lady like Evette, still we share the same interests when it comes to putting light retouches on our faces.