What Happens In Our Fault Book Novels & Stories

It was the only place that wasn't being prepped and primed for the ball by an excited army of maids and planners. "Goodness Florence, you scared the life out of me!" Faith chuckled with her hand on her heart. "Me too!" Hope piped in. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your reading, not that it looks like you're doing much Faith – your book is upside down." Florence announced with a wicked grin. Faith blushed bright red as she realised Florence was indeed correct, but she couldn't give a valid reason as to why she was so lost in her head. Telling her audience about her feelings for William was the last thing she wanted to do.

Up until now, I can still remember how I saw Freya beside me, painted with blood while I couldn't even move my finger. “T-They blamed me for what happened. My life got ruined and I had to bear with all the pain because they said it was my fault.” I felt my tears already playing in the corner of my eyes. All the pain that I've been carrying and keeping in my chest is me entirely. Lucas quickly held my hands on my desk. “We are with you, Faith. We will help you find out the person behind this.” “By the way, it's your Mom's birthday, right?”

‘This isn’t our fault,’ Storm growled. Wasn't it? Because that wasn’t how it felt. The feeling had become familiar over the years. Like no matter how good I tried to do, pain always followed in its wake. Was this penance for something I’d done in another life or some sin I couldn’t remember? And now innocent people were paying for it.

Gabriel mutters a good morning to exactly no one but he avoids my gaze as he strolls to the fridge. "Your eggs are burning. “Gabriel says casually. "Shit!" I realize now that I remained glued in my position the whole time. I immediately rush to remove the frying pan where my finger accidentally touches the burning steel. "Fuck!" I curse painfully. I switch off the stove returning my attention to my burnt finger. Immediately Gabriel rushes to me and gets my hand. He inspects the burn but right now as his hand touches mine, my mind is far away from the pain but it is concentrating on the person in front of me.

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I plead into the unknown. Not knowing where to start, I allow myself to launch into it. “The law about fires and the penalty being death, that is my fault.” I can feel the welling tears in my eyes. Breaking my words briefly, trying to blink them away, leads to him whispering my name/ “Sydney.” I cannot allow him to speak, I think to myself. I need to get this out, and he needs to know now. So I push forward and continue. “We were just playing around. We weren’t expecting anything bad to happen, and then I knocked over a candle.” The tears are now cascading down her face as I listen. “He died because of me.” “Who did?” “My brother.” I watch in horror as his face changes from worry to sadness.

Before the police find me — or worse if he does. A woman is dead. A child is without a mother. I've made a mistake and now I need to RUN! END OF BOOK TWO

I feel like I just keep failing to protect her. Over and over again. When we were kids, the beating that almost killed her, the shooting, her running and everything that happened while she was gone, now this. I close my eyes and look up, trying to sort everything out in my head. “What about this?” Nick says from the couch, jumping up and showing the book to Hazel. We all wait with bated breath as she goes over it. When she’s done, she looks over the book at Amy.

All of it was because of me. “It’s my fault,” I choked, throat raw. “Eva… those men, they’re not here for the students. They’re here for me. For the book.” Eva blinked, stunned. “What book?” “The spellbook Di gave me. They’re torturing students for something they don’t even know about.” My stomach twisted with guilt. “I can’t sit here while they bleed for me. I have to go.” Eva’s grip crushed my wrist. “No, Diana. Kael’s out of control, those men are armed, you’ll get yourself killed. Let me call George. Please.”

“You’ve been reported for theft, defamation, tampering with computer systems, and bribery. Come with us.” Seeing the police, Hugh broke down. As they led him past me, he glared at me with pure resentment in his eyes. “Edward! This is all your fault! I’m supposed to be God’s favorite child. How could Jane not help me…” he muttered under his breath. I listened to his rambling, realizing he was truly insane. Coldly, I said, “Those who do evil will meet their own end. You planted this seed yourself, and you have to bear the fruit.”