Your Fault Book 2 English Novels & Stories

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.

But it didn’t. I swallowed everything back. It isn't Lucas’ fault, I reminded myself. It isn't his fault that the Italian mob has been worshiping a fraud. A half-Russian fraud. The very thing they hate. It wasn't his fault that his father loved his mother so much he hid everything and treated Lucas like his own. It isn't his fault that I had a crappy father who hadn't thought of faking everything and instead he boasted to everybody that he broke the rules because he was in love! As if love could save him from the consequences. Turns out, I was his last resort.

We thought we were stronger than those people, but it finally happened, and it was all my fault. Enjoy reading -T Kindly please comment and vote if you like this chapter. It would mean a lot to me. your comments will help me improve my writing a lot and thank you for reading.

Why did I let it get to this? "I will find him and make him pay for this" "It's your fault I'm like this. It's your fault" "I'm sorry" ******************************************

"Was it not your fault? Why couldn’t your pride simply allow my studio to exploit your original music tracks? Your station wasn’t planning to release those audio files to the front lines anyway, so what logical reason blocked my claws from utilizing the assets?" "Your absolute lack of honor truly opens my eyes to the depth of your decay," I snap, a wave of raw alpha heat burning my throat. Bianca shifts his weight against the hospital cushions, his voice dropping into a hushed, manipulative whisper. "If your soul still holds a single shred of respect for our shared bloodline, march your boots down to the back quadrant of the clinic right now. My tongue has a massive, highly critical piece of

She didn't seem to make sense. "Bad thing?" Philip repeated foolishly as he looked at her strangely, and then at his bag. What was she talking about? Was this why he had been detained and made to miss his flight?! "What bad thing?" he asked, trying to maintain his cool. He could tell that these were a non-English speaking people and it was not easy communicating with them. He decided to tread slowly and carefully. No telling what one misunderstanding could lead to. In answer, Shua expertly opened Philip's bag and beckoned on him to take a look inside it.

*Flashback* “We should probably stop. It is against the rules to sleep with customers from the club” Cam said. Although that was what her mouth said, her hands were saying otherwise as they continued to wander around on Angelo’s bare chest, and so was her throbbing sex that had left a mark on the couch through her very tiny g-string panties. “Do you want to stop?” Angelo asked in a hoarse voice deep with passion.

Iden's words rang in her mind, playing like piano keys: "Your fault lies in daring to question me, while I question my own foolishness for ever trusting a deceiver like you, for marrying the coldest, most selfish woman alive." "Your fault is existing freely, while I could easily lock you away in a dark, desolate dungeon and torment you until you reveal every secret you cling to." "Your fault is inhaling the same air as me, while I hold the power to obliterate every trace of you when you choose to deceive me."

I asked on our way back? “Don’t wanna talk about it.” “That’s fine. We can talk about something else…. Have anything in mind?” He stopped walking and turned to look at me. “This was your fault.” “What?” “You told me to touch myself.” “Did you also forget the part where I told you to play a game…or… or read a fucking book. Now it’s my fault that you couldn’t get yourself to cum!” “What the fuck did you say to me?” “Oh! You heard me. It’s not my fault that you couldn’t get you…”

“it isn't your fault, it was my fucking fault, I kept chunking down on chocolates and candies, I could have done better, I did nothing but sneak around eating bad things even when you earned me not to, I'm sorry, I really should not have, funny thing I felt the pain earlier. I felt it, and for a couple of days I knew something was wrong, but I was damn too confident, I thought I knew it all Lawrence, I'm sorry I had not informed you about it, I could have gone to the hospital, I should have complained, I should have ran some tests, all these would have changed, my child would have stayed alive, but I did nothing, I remained calm what as the worst that could happen? Those were my thoughts and