Your Fault Book 2 English Novels & Stories

Did he ever miss me? “Mia, it's not his fault,” Sylvia tried to explain. “Of course, it's not his fault!” I mocked, looking at her. “It's not your fault you hid the truth from me, it's not his fault he didn't even try looking for me all my life. Who's fault is it? It's mine! It's mine that I even exist!” I became a mess as continuous tears flowed out of my eyes. I wasn't able to stop them. “It's my fault that I'm so unlucky that no one ever wants me! It's my fault that I'm just a burden and everyone has ever just used me for their own benefit, until I come in handy! It's all my fault!” Christian was quick to take me in his hold as his arms embraced me in a hug.

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.

Sia shot back with some anger in her tone and Jean was left helpless as she sighed heavily and reached her hand for Sia's hand which was on the table and squeezed it with assurance "It wasn't his fault Sia... I... I fully know the kind of pain you went through...but you can't blame him"Jean knew the full story of Sia and Emiliano's encounter and had her understanding of the story and how much Sia suffered all because of one man. She, too, was upset and hated him for that but when she sat and thought about it, she came to a better understanding and knew it wasn't anyone's fault but the people who were after ruining Emiliano however Sia always said if they wanted to ruin Emiliano then it was e

It was all my fault. My people are suffering today because of my stubbornness. If only— If only I had never took her in. If only I had never trusted her then none of this would have happen to my people. My people wouldn’t have suffered. Lives wouldn’t have been lost. My warriors wouldn’t have fallen. My kingdom wouldn’t have been broken. My throat tightened painfully. This was my fault. My head dropped as guilt overwhelmed me. The door suddenly burst open. “Alpha!” I flinched as fast footsteps rushed toward me. My beta appeared beside the bed, his eyes wide, his face pale and bruised. Relief washed over his expression.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

This is where the second book ends (yay). I’m ending it here because I felt that the storyline was starting to get too long for one book. This means that there’ll be a third book, but (drumroll) it’ll be part 2 of this one. But I’m calling it Mates and Temptations because The Pains of Guilt Part 2 didn’t sound catchy. And as a special little something, I added a bonus chapter after this one and a little blurb about the third book. I don’t have an exact date for when I’ll release book 3 because when it comes to my writing, I hate deadlines (they make me rush things and it affects the quality of my writing). The only reason I had one for this book is that I already had a lot of chapters ready

I feel his arms tighten around me , his face laying at the crook of my neck. “I am so sorry princess…Will you forgive me please? I promise , I will never do that again” A little voice in my head told me not to believe him – it told me that the evidence is enough to know that he will continue hurting me until I was just a shell of my former self….Yet another voice , told me to hold on to his promise – it told me to believe and if I believe it , it will be true. I am unsure , I do not know which voice I should listen to. Until , I gave in to the second voice – I realized that I would rather believe that him , believe him and maybe things will get better.

Why does he take on sins that are not his? "But it's still not your fault. Don't accept the guilt that you weren't the one who did it. I'm the one with the problem, and you're not doing anything wrong." I promised him and I bowed. My grip on the apple tightened. If I'm leaving, don't blame yourself. Don't look for me. I want to add that but I don't dare to say it. I looked at him as he moved closer to me. I saw his jaws tighten as if he was holding back something.

This is a sick, demented, joke! My anger and frustration at the fucked up situation reach a new time high! First, I went to Troy, and we all know what happened! Now, I am stuck in fucking Pompeii! Probably right before the gluttonous bitch, Vesuvius blows her top and destroys the whole city! What the hell did I do to the fairies deemed this as a just punishment? All I said was, "I don't believe in fairies!" I come from the 21st Century, where magic doesn't exist! Only technology. I think dying in the arms of the man I loved was punishment enough! But NOOOOOO!

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.’