Your Fault Book Series Novels & Stories

Kier said, pushing his glasses up with a worried frown. He handed me a report. "As I mentioned before, if we force the chip to operate beyond its extended lifespan, it will cause irreparable neural damage to Mr. Faust." He expected me to panic. He still believed I was the same woman who would trade her soul to the Devil to save Alan's life. How quaint. I had changed. "I suppose we'll see what happens," I said, closing the report. My tone caught him off guard. "Uh, listen. I have a backup solution to—"

“It was all Flora. She manipulated everything. She tricked me, tricked everyone, and ruined what we had—our perfect family. I swear to you, I had no idea about half of what she did. I only found out when it was too late. And I was devastated.” “None of it was your fault?” I asked coldly. “Yes. It wasn’t.” “So my medication being tampered with wasn’t your doing?” “Charlotte, I swear on my…” “You pushing me into the water and watching me drown wasn’t your fault either?” “Actually, that was…” “You tampering with my car, having me locked in the hospital, taking away all my years of hard work, making me raise your bastard child, and convincing me I could never have one of my own—none of that was

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Harriet suddenly appeared in front of me, her face gloomy. Her words hit me like a wave, crashing against my chest. It had always been the three of us—friends, cousins, partners in crime. Whether it was parties, games, or simple afternoons spent in the palace gardens, we were inseparable. But now, with Karina missing, everything felt different, incomplete. A heaviness settled over my heart as I glanced around the vibrant hall, filled with laughter and cheer that felt foreign to me. “Harriet, I…” I hesitated, searching for the right words, but they eluded me. “I can’t shake the feeling that this is somehow my fault. If I had been more attentive, maybe I could have stopped her from leaving.”

I didn’t want to believe it was my fault, it wasn’t my fault Rye got into the accident either, right? But the truth was, it was my fault my mother had to raise a child on her own when she was still a child, it was my fault my father didn’t want me and he abandoned her. It was my fault that Derek died, if only I had done something — anything. And today, it was my freaking fault that Rye was fighting for her life. My heart clenched as my fingers moved faster against my skin, the pain dulled my senses and thoughts.

* Another left his Princess Kori. *Woom!* Another from the Protector. *Woom!* Last one from the Aide. Each had a different color of Ion Energy. "My Manual is not the same as the one you all practice. For good reason." Felicity said. She sent the manifestation away with a wave. "The one you practice falls under the "Righteous" path. However, it is more of a Devil path in reality. Just a change is all by someone who thought they knew what they were doing."

I lay there on the floor speechless. Pablo was indeed right about everything. It's my fault Freddy died... It's my fault Diana was taken... It's my fault Sapphire is dead... And now... It's my fault Pablo is dead too. I caused all of this. Everything is no one else's fault but mine. I have to fix this. I... I can't let Diana die. I got up from the ground and picked up the book. "Let's go." I said to Linda who was standing there paralyzed with fear and whose tears didn't seem to want to run down her cheeks.

I was starting to think that this was all my fault after all. Being born without a wolf was my fault. Earning my father's hatred was my fault. Getting rejected by Derek was my fault. Getting raped by a stranger was my fault. Being banished and separated from my family was also my fault. Everything that happened to me was my fault. "My words were harsh?" Father scoffed, his brow dangerously raised as he stared at Malfoy's clenched fist. "You want to rebuke me?" Oh no, I don't like where this is going.

Declan was quiet. "I don't want to be in this place as much as you do, Declan, but here we are ... because we screwed up! We screwed up so bad, and we're trying to fix this unfixable problem ... there's really not much difference between you and me ... just the fact that you're so damn rich and I'm not ... we're just two screw ups ... fucking failures..." he dug his fingers into his hair and rested his elbows on the table. Declan took a big gulp of his drink, he didn't argue with that.

Only Dante's fireproof study remained somewhat intact, though the rest of the structure around it had fallen away. Everything else was gone. I stared at it all, with guilt in my chest. This was my fault. If I'd been stronger, if I'd figured out Sofia's betrayal sooner, if I'd killed Rye faster – "Stop." Dante appeared beside me, his hand finding mine. "I can see what you're thinking. This isn't your fault.” “But–” "No." His voice was firm. "This is Sofia's fault. Rye's fault. The Bratva's fault. Not yours. We had no idea we harbored a traitor. No one could have predicted this.”