What Happens In Our Fault Book Novels & Stories

I moved back, taking retreating steps backward. "You're despicable! How dare you think I did this? You.. it's all your fault. If I hadn't argued with you on Mishap day, I would've been normal" She pointed at me, throwing the slippers at me. I jumped to the side, dodging it. "Mishap day? Mishap day is a myth." I frowned She scoffed, folding her arms. "Well, look at us" Her eyes cast down to her private part. "How.. how are you sure that it's mine? What if it's someone else's?" I pointed at it. She glared at me in disgust.

“I’m sorry this happened. I’m sorry you had to see it. Please, give me another chance. I don't want to ruin your first day of training. Today is supposed to be special for you. Please allow me to fix this.” I didn’t respond. My gaze drifted around the library, taking in the destruction. The room was in ruins. Books were scattered everywhere, shelves toppled and broken. My eyes caught on a large, old book lying on the floor. Something about it drew me in, a strange sense of familiarity pulling at me.

They walked into his office, with the door making a loud noise at the impact with the wall. They barged into the office, and this time, they came calculated. They got access to the records, and they knew how much Mia owed him and how much her friend did as well. They had calculated everything down to the ridiculous interest rate he added to their debt. It was so bad that the girls did not even realise how fucked up their situation was. The interest was so high that by the time they think that they are done with their debt, they would have a much higher debt left to be cleared.

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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.”

Deep down, everyone was blaming themselves. Emma thought that IF she'd had just told us everything this wouldn't have happened. Lincoln thought that IF he'd had fought better, this wouldn't have happened. Chris thought that IF he'd had known his mate better, this wouldn't have happened. Ashley thought that IF she hadn't gone with Stella to see Sam, Caleb wouldn't have followed her down there and this wouldn't have happened. And me? Well this was all about me. It had my name written all over it, even if I didn't know anything until this morning. But it didn't matter whose fault it was. What mattered was that Caleb was behind that door battling for his life.

I just hope he will let go of it and forgive me. "Why didn't you note?" So he won't let the matter go, getting the thing in my head, I shake my head softly. "Did you understand about Redem—no, do you know what I was teaching?" The fault in my stars is so deep and bright, I realize it now. I do not think he would let me go this easily. I think I committed a sin by zoning out. And the devil before me is mocking me. I secretly raise my eyelashes and peek at the board, catching today's topic.

she pause "you almost crushing me last night, now that's different." My eyes widen"Did I really hurt you." "Oh god no," she chuckled "I'm kidding. You're light as a feather, If I was asleep when you slide, I wouldn't have felt it." "You were awake? Why didn't you move me?" Before she can even answer the bus comes to a stop. I look over Adria's shoulder and see other busses, with dozens of kids pouring out of them. One after another they step out of the bus and walk away into the ocean of kids that was only about to get bigger.

"I do feel guilty about it. If I had not arranged that meeting, you would not have been angry and you would not have had the accident. It was my fault that all of this happened. It was my fault that we lost our baby. It is my fault that—” “It does not matter whose fault it is. For all I know, we both were at fault. I should have listened and stayed instead of driving with unstable emotions." "But I did this. I was the one who caused—" "Jiev, don't you see? We could never change the past, so the past does not matter. Not anymore. And it certainly does not have anything to do with the way I feel right now.” “But you have a right to know. I hurt you. I did not mean for anything to happen, but i

The book would only bring it back into sharper focus. I took a slow breath. “Some people were scared of what they didn’t understand. Two men loving each other and playing hockey made them angry. Bad people lied about us and tried to hurt us. But a lot of good people stood up for us too. That’s why we wrote the book—so people can know the real story.” “Are you scared the mean people will come back when the book comes out?” she asked. Callan answered first. “A little. But we’re stronger now. We have each other. We have you two. And we have a lot of people who love us.”