What Happens In Our Fault Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 5 - Sean. Sean O'Connell. ~~ The fault in our stars. I sniffed into another tissue as I ended the book. Why didn't anyone tell me it was so sad? I knew it was sad but this sad... gah! Thank God I didn't see the movie, they would have thrown me out for crying and wailing like a baby. I don't like sad books or movies, probably that's why I have never seen or read 'A walk to remember'. But despite the end the book was overall splendid even if it bought a bucket full of tears to my eyes. I looked at the small heap of wet tissues and grimaced, so maybe I am an extremely emotional female but the book was also equally sad. How I hate sad endings!

It was all my fault for not keeping this book well enough like I should have. "What are you doing?" I jumped at the sound of Alder's voice. "Nothing." I said, hiding the book away from him. "I know that's the book. You can't hide it forever from me." "But... you were never supposed to know that this book was with me. It's meant for me and me only, any other person could be considered intruders and will get cursed. I'm scared for El Alder. I have no idea what to do. It's my fault for being careless." I felt do disappointed in myself for allowing such a thing to happen? "Even you, now that you know about the book, it's also dangerous for you too." He moved closer to me.

“It’s no one’s fault!” I shook my head, but he stood from his chair and limped over to me and hugged me. “It’s not your fault, anymore than it’s Scott’s or Tiff’s or Shirley’s or mine. It’s just something that happened, and there isn’t anything we can do to change it. You can’t keep blaming yourselves,” he said, looking at each of us. “It’s not your fault,” he whispered, tucking my head under his chin.

What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.

Klyde explained. Freeda is a bit confused because she doesn't understand anything. Klyde suddenly pulled out the book he was referring to. Freeda noticed that the book was familiar. “I saw Jude holding that the other night, he told me he didn’t seem to see anything in it,” Freeda said. Klyde handed him the book. She opened it and was able to saw what was written on each page. "What's the matter with this book?" she asked. "That book is mysterious, it's not just an ordinary one. It contains everything that happens in your lives," Klyde replied. Freeda felt nervous, she didn't know if she would believe it. “Maximus didn’t make the mistake of believing in the magic of the book, because it reall

“Because I believed it could be better.” Ruth nodded. “Then make sure those words last longer than the mistakes did.” She wrote through sunrise. Then through mid-morning. Each chapter of the Doctrine took the shape of a life Echo had touched—sometimes uplifted, sometimes crushed. Lena named names. Told stories. Not just the victories. The failures. The silences. The betrayals. And then, she reached the most difficult section: The Fire Years. Stephanie. Calix. Rafael. Herself.

As the fire died down and the smoke started to lighten, Tessa kept her face buried in my chest and I knew from the trembling of her body and the small whimpers she desperately tried to hide, she was crying. “I’m so sorry…” Anna cried as she rushed toward us. “This was my fault. I should have never encouraged her to test her magic like this…” I stared at the forest ground where the ring of fire once was, and I saw a thick purple book lying on the ground. “Was it a spell out of that book?” I asked, glancing back at Anna. She glanced at the book and then nodded. “I’m so sorry…” she whispered. “It doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of damage,” Bernard announced as he joined us. “It could have been

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

Chapter 14: A New Lead Eltan Storm "I feel so bad, Faith. I kind of feel like it's my fault. Especially since it happened the day after I turned him down. Maybe I was too harsh on him?" "No, Candy. It wasn't your fault. It was just an accident, not a suicide." I listened to the conversation between Candy and Faith while leisurely sipping my drink at the bar counter. Today was Faith's first day back at work after her week off, and Candy was expressing her sorrows to Faith.

Dear valued readers, I want to start by saying how deeply sorry I am for the long silence and mistakes in my book. I know how frustrating it must be to invest time and emotions into a story, only to be met with errors and inconsistencies. I initially ended the book on a good note, but I received feedback from some of you who wanted more. In my excitement to deliver, I rushed to create a draft and uploaded it in bulk without properly reviewing it. Unfortunately, this led to mistakes and hate comments that left me feeling discouraged and uninspired.