Your Fault Audiobook English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Bruce looks at her eyes and listened to her whispers, feeling anxious and distressed, in pain to see the person he cares about so much was tortured into this state. No one who has anything to do with that matter can get away! He kisss Mia's forehead, rubs her earlobe repeatedly with his thumb on the side of her neck soothingly, and then lowers his head to touch her forehead again: "It's not your fault. You're not wrong. It's the bad people who are at fault, not you. It’s not your fault, baby. Look at me and listen to me, it’s not your fault.” "It is not my fault?"

"Stop. It's not your fault." I hadn't even realized I'd been projecting into our mindlink. "But it is," I whimpered. "It's all my fault." "Listen to me." He pulled out of the hug, holding my shoulders, and looking me straight in the eyes. "It is not your fault. Do you hear me? It's not your fault. It's Ravenna's fault, and you've gotten rid of her. Okay?" I began to shake my head, and Dante shook me slightly.

I cut her off right there. “I said that they died because I tried to reach out for you. But you get the meaning wrong. It’s not your fault. That sentence could even imply my own fault in it, and believe me, I went down that very dark path, too, believing it was my fault. But it’s neither your nor my fault. It’s utterly alone Drake’s fault,” her hands clasp across her mouth in shock as those words escape my lips.

This shatters my heart even further, guilt hitting me and stealing my breath “My fault! I trus—-“ I couldn’t breathe, the walls of the car suddenly felt to small as I try to take in any air, my little girl had been taken, caden, taken, because I fucked up. I didn’t see the fucking signs or worse I did but I ignored them because I was so fucking desperate to save drake. “Baby you need to breath, we are getting them back I promise but you need to breath, mark find that damn witch and ring when you have her” He hangs up the phone and he throws it on the dash, opening my window and he takes my hand kissing it. “Concentrate on my voice baby” He kisses my hand again “And my lips and touch” I close

“Because it was all my fault…” "Why are you blaming yourself?" The young man's eyebrows rose to the side when he heard his words just now. “It is not your fault.” “Because it's mostly my fault…,” Marie admitted amidst her sobs. "If only I hadn't contacted my father's extended family back then..." “Err… that…” "It's all my fault. You can blame me. Because of my stupidity, I put your older brother in danger… I break my promise, Caleb …” “I told you…”

He said “Oh guys, please don't do this again.” “I didn't do anything, I just brought out the book. You were the one figuring out the hole. Trying to know what's in there.” “Well, if you had spoken to us before pulling out the book we would have weighed our chances.” “I have been speaking!” I yelled, “but you didn't want to listen because you didn't want to ruin the life of the woman who saved you. Well guess who's life is ruined.” “So you are saying this is my fault?” He asked

“Because, I don’t want to ride with you! I’m fucking mad at you, so have a fucking guard drive me home!” He shrugged. “Well, I don’t recall doing anything. Why would you possibly be mad at me?” That did it. His words made my blood boil. I crossed the distance between us. “You don’t remember shamelessly blabbing your mouth and lying in there? You don’t remember what you did? This entire mess… all of it is literally your fault, and then you’re trying to be cool with me? You helping me afterward doesn't change the fact that it’s all your fault, and I’m entitled to you taking responsibility, because it’s your fault.”

I blame my fucking self; I was the one who told her to get out of the house and go do something other than sit here in the nursery driving herself crazy with the little things she felt needed to be done. I blame myself, it’s all my fucking fault she's once again gone. The amber liquid in the crystal glass I hold in my hand is doing nothing to silence the fucking voice in my head that's taunting me with its words. ‘It keeps saying it’s your fucking fault, it’s your fucking fault, it's your fucking fault.’

He revealed. “That…?” Audrey asked as she questioned its potency that would have surmounted such disbelief. As she led with the interrogation, tears began to roll down his cheek as a sober child emerged from the bullish farce he earlier tried to put up. He wasn’t as impervious any longer as she had allowed him be. “Why are you crying?” Audrey asked. “It was my fault, everything was my fault. They got caught because of me. He’s gone and its all my fault.” He narrated, as he also drew on a single phlegm in his nose.

He said. I could finally see how dire the situation was judging from the way my papa staggered on the stairs; he was bone weary and betrayed by what Audrey had done. It was my fault; if I had not allowed her see Bruno when he came over to the house then maybe this would not be happening right now. “I am sorry” I could hear my sister crying into my mamma’s shoulders “It is not your fault… It is totally mine. I should not have allowed this happen” My mamma said, patting her back.