Your Fault Book Series Novels & Stories

She suddenly smashed the glass of drink on the floor, making it shattered and I sighed. Her crazy actions have begun to attract the guest's attention also. "Is this proof you wanted to kill your own brother's wife?" I asked with a calm expression on my face even though, I'm boiling from within. I don't know why I keep meeting betrayed people, especially since yesterday. First, it was my boyfriend with my best friend, and now, a sister trying to kill her blood brother's wife. "I'm out of here!" She hissed, making an attempt to leave but Fred, who hasn't said a word since the drama started stood in front of her, glaring hard at her.

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

“It’s all my fault.” My mother crouched beside me, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. “What are you talking about? It’s not your fault. That crazy woman did this to him, not you.” I shook my head, my hair falling into my face. “If I hadn’t gone out alone, or if I’d paid attention to where I was going, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” “No, don’t say that,” she insisted firmly. “She kidnapped you and poisoned you. She’s the one who hurt Sean, not you. This is her fault. Do you hear me? You’re not responsible for this.”

"I don't know... Everything. For not being there for you, for letting this happen --" "What? "i grabbed her hand "Faye you have nothing to be sorry about. This isn't your fault, you have nothing to do with it. " Shaking her head roughly in a negative direction, she frowned. "it is, it's my fault. All of it, if i hadn't let my curiosity get the best out of me, maybe, just maybe you'd have never gotten into that accident, you would have never been on a hospital bed battling for your life and none of this would be happening... ".

Hearing his stern voice made her fall silent as she bit back her tongue. “It’s not her fault Charlie. It’s mine…I should have been more careful after there was a murder in this territory. I am the alpha not her so I should take the responsibility.” I spoke in an icy tone and Charlie shut up. I thought he was over his dislike for Madeleine but apparently, he still didn’t like her as much. But, I didn’t have time to solve that issue. Now, we had to find Raine and not repeat any more mistakes. Just under 24 hours I had been tricked and fooled.

“How come all of it is my fault? It was you who kept something from me!” “It’s your fault because you immediately got upset. You didn’t even listen to my explanation.” The wrinkles on Pam’s forehead become more evident. I can see protest in her eyes. “No, Betsy. It’s your fault because I wouldn’t be upset if you didn’t keep your secret from me in the first place. You should have explained it to me properly. I would have understood!” “No, it’s really your fault.” She inhales sharply. “No, Betsy! It’s your-” she stops, looking stunned. I grin at her. I laugh and she joins in.

Then tears started rolling down her cheeks. "It's my fault," she cried. "I froze, Lucas. I didn't know what to do. I was scared. So she did what she could to get us out! Jesus! It's my fault. If I just did what she—" "It's not your fault, Har," I promised. "You were kidnapped in case you've forgotten." But we were interrupted by Felix's cough. I spun, jaw twitching. "I hate to interrupt but I need to speak to you, Mr. De Marchi."

All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already. A smile of satisfaction spread across his face and pride swelled in his heart. Step after step, he got closer to the buildings and he still had about an hour and a half before he was late for curfew. He was still walking when he bumped into someone so hard that he lost his balance and fell to the ground. He stood up filled with anger immediately. An alpha was to never be on the ground. “I'm very, very sorry,” the person who had bumped into him said when he was up on his feet, but Wilkes was having none of that. He had been disgraced by falling to the ground. His ego had been hurt.

And through his sobs, the words slipped out like a confession wrung from the deepest part of him. “I used to feel the sparks,” he whispered hoarsely. “The heat, the passion—every time our skin touched. Now I feel nothing.” His voice cracked, pain bleeding into every syllable. “It’s all my fault. I rejected you. I forced the Moon Goddess’s hand. And now… I’m so sorry.” His shoulders shook, the weight of his choices pressing down on him in the harsh light of the infirmary hallway. For the first time, Jalen Johnson looked nothing like an Alpha and everything like a man undone by regret.

Mike My phone hasn't stopped ringing. I knew it was my father he'd insisted we come here, and here's the result. I didn't want to come. I'd rather stay in a nice bar, drink in good company, not find myself trapped in this farce. I have a bad feeling. I pick up. — What have you done now? — Why is it always me who has to mess up? It's not my fault this time. — It's always the same old story! You're going to fix your mess.