Your Fault Book 2 English Novels & Stories

It’s all my fault! It’s my fault she fell in love with her CEO, it doesn’t mean she’s a gold digger, it’s my fault she’s in love with both Finn and Zane. It’s my fault she opens her body, it doesn’t make her a slut. It’s all my fault! Jeeez! I have a lot to fix! Rather, let’s try again, I’ll try to end things with her both as Finn and Zane. ****** To Be Continued

"Eliot," "It's my fault. I didn't cherish you. I didn't cherish you enough, I didn't take advantage of the time I had... it's my fault. My fault! Now you're getting taken away from me...I can't find you anywhere no matter what. I've searched everywhere, every corner...I can't find you, Serena. It is my fault!" "Eliot..."

I stared at the phone for a long moment, my blood chilled in my veins. So that was the man behind the title. Alpha Moonfang. Ruthless, controlling and unforgiving. And Liam—he was on the receiving end of all that fury, the expectation and cruelty. I slowly placed the phone back down, every movement feeling wrong like I’d crossed into something sacred and shattered it. Regret left a bitter taste in my mouth as I realized I should’ve never listened to that. I hadn’t meant to intrude. I wasn’t trying to dig into his life. But hearing that… the tone, the language, the threat—it cracked something open in me.

I narrowed my eyes into slits, as the calmness stirred and a fiery sense of betrayal overcame my senses. He needed to say the right words. He always did. “ It’s your fault you believed me and not her. It’s your fault that you let her go. I just grabbed the chance and kept her for myself. If you had done that, you wouldn’t be at this point today. ” Dustin pushed his hands into his khaki pants before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. This was not Dustin. Or this was indeed Dustin. I knew what he wanted. I straightened up. “ it’s my fault. ”

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

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…”