Your Fault Book Series Novels & Stories

He never expected to be still bonded with both mates. ***** This is just a brief excerpt of what to expect in the next book, The book will follow Drax and his mates as they try to balance love, kids, working together, and a few obstacles along the way and self-doubt. Drax was conflicted about his sexuality for a long time which caused a lot of tension in the beginning. New characters will be introduced, and some familiar favorites from the last book. New villains will arise and test their loyalty and love for each other. Please follow the new drama, some old drama, more killings and power-hungry people who never learn they really can't win, and some sex scenes

“Because it was all my fault…” "Why are you blaming yourself?" The young man's eyebrows rose to the side when he heard his words just now. “It is not your fault.” “Because it's mostly my fault…,” Marie admitted amidst her sobs. "If only I hadn't contacted my father's extended family back then..." “Err… that…” "It's all my fault. You can blame me. Because of my stupidity, I put your older brother in danger… I break my promise, Caleb …” “I told you…”

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

Even though Chandler had promised he would handle everything, and that deep, steady voice of his had eased some of the crushing fear in my chest, the guilt still refused to let me go. It’s my fault. I thought bitterly, my fingers twisting the edge of the silk sheet. I’m the one who started this. I flirted with my best friend’s father. I let him touch me. I called him Daddy when his own daughter was clueless in the same house. I turned onto my side and curled into a tight ball, trying to disappear into myself. But no matter how hard I tried to drown in self-blame, I couldn’t stop the warmth that bloomed in my chest every time I thought about him.

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

Malcolm POV I looked to my phone and grinned wide leaning back into my chair. It was a fantastic ending to my miserable week. I had to kill three of my informants because they didn't want to put their Luna's at risk. I scoffed. Idiots. Didn't they realize that if we had those two, then we could come out of these pathetic shadows and be rulers of the weak humans who had hunted and still hunt us. My Goddess. Lucky for me my informent in the Forrest Lake turned out to be quite useful. He sent me the DNA results of the paternity test of their Luna's babies. I smiled when I saw that. I always suspected that the Strongs would be involved. I first thought that it was the grandkids of Alpha Strong b

“The house, well, the fire was so large that something inside exploded. Debris flew and—” “And you got hit by something.” This was your fault, Fiona. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, trying to push back the guilt. It eats at me like a flesh-eating parasite, spreading through my entire body until I almost become numb. Except I don’t. I feel every bit of the heaviness that weighs on me. I’ve never wanted anyone, especially someone I care about, to get hurt for me. “It wasn’t your fault, Fiona.” “But it was. You got hurt because I—”

Everything that has happened is all my fault. If I hadn’t have run from him, he wouldn’t have been entangled with Crystal, but then I wouldn’t have met my little pack. I wouldn’t have found my family. That is the only thing I would have changed. I would have found them eventually, but this, watching Titus flat line is my fault. All the deaths that have been caused by my arrogance and pride are my fault.

"Come on, Rain. Open the door." Nothing. I hesitated, then let out a sigh, laying my hand against the wood once more. "I'm sorry." The silence between us drew out. "I know you're blaming yourself," I went on. "I know exactly what's running through your head right now. That if you had done something different, Faith would be safe. That it's your fault Nathan took her. That it's your fault anyone is in danger." Another pause. Then, barely above a whisper, "It is my fault."

"Yes, this was all your fault! I don't care. I've lost everything, I've lost all hope. How exactly are we supposed to live now? It's not time to have shame, Cassie” "This is not my fault," I said, my voice firm. "You can't even own up to your mistakes as a man, is that it? You have to take responsibility for your own actions. You were the one who was greedy, you were the one who wanted Joanne’s inheritance. I told you just to divorce her and we could do be together. What did you do? You wanted her inheritance. You wanted power, you were greedy. So it's your fucking fault!"