Your Fault Series Novels & Stories

"You've cared for him. It's enough. He doesn't deserve you. Things like this happen. It is natural to have feelings for the man you are intimate with. It's not your fault." "It is my fault." For the first time in my life, I shouted at her. "Everything is my fault. When mom died, Cayden consoled me that it wasn't my fault. But it is. If I didn't pull that stupid prank in the first place,she wouldn't have died. She was raped. He hit her with a... How was that not my fault. Cayden did not get into college. He thought military was a better way to provide me good life. He never came back. How was that not my fault? And you. You have been looking after me along with your kid. You nodded your head

"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."

“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.

“Definitely, and it is my fault.” “No, no.” Renata shakes her head. “It's not your fault.” she confidently tells me. Her words are comforting but I can not live in the delusion of being right when I've wronged my husband so much over a misunderstanding. I let father plot his coup before he even takes the throne, it's my fault, I'm to blame, like every damn time since my first breath on this dammed earth. “But you don't know what happened,” I point out.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have let him in. I should have called my dad from the start. I should have been strong, but I was a total weakling. I couldn't fight for myself. I should have stabbed him." "No, it wasn't your fault, you didn't know. You're just an innocent child and we happen to have devils like him walking on planet earth." "It's my fault, maybe my nightie turned him on. I was too vulnerable. I was too gullible to have trusted him." "Where's my father?" I questioned. "Nicole? It's not your fault, please breathe." I was having conflicting emotions and I couldn't explain what I felt. Melanie asked if I want to be tested.

She forgot that everything was her fault from the beginning, or, no, she probably did not forget; she just felt that she was not at fault after all. She will always blame people, even if it is her fault. Olivia Fred frowned when she heard this: "Emily Nicholaz, don’t spout nonsense. Why will he help me frame you? Are we not friends? Besides, you were the one at fault, okay? Just pay for the damages, and all of this will not have happened," Olivia Fred said in a calm voice. The people also nodded their heads. "That is right. Stop blaming people when it is clearly your fault. You are just finding ways to shrink your responsibilities after all."

He said nonchalantly, “I find you ridiculous. Why do you always assume that someone else is at fault? Deirdre, if I’m at fault, I’m at fault for not fulfilling my promise to protect your mother, and that’s all.” “That’s all?” Deirdre shut her eyes shakily, and her heart sank. She thought about how she had lost her mind for thinking that Brendan would show his fragility a moment ago and that he had begun to realize his mistakes. ‘How can a self-righteous person like him possibly recognize that he is at fault? I’m the only person who is at fault. I was foolish for choosing him in the past and getting myself reduced to this state!’ “Go away…” Her voice was hoarse.

she whispered, her hand touching the screen—as if trying to reach the woman she could no longer hug. Diana paused for a moment, put the mop into the bucket, then wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. She looked tired—so tired. Her shoulders, once straight, now slightly hunched. Her hands, once soft, now rough from hard work. "This is my fault," Serena whispered in a broken voice. "All of this is my fault. She lost everything because of me." "Not because of you," Ethan corrected firmly. "Because of Tristan. Because of the fire he caused. Because a flawed justice system blamed your mother."

Did he ever miss me? “Mia, it's not his fault,” Sylvia tried to explain. “Of course, it's not his fault!” I mocked, looking at her. “It's not your fault you hid the truth from me, it's not his fault he didn't even try looking for me all my life. Who's fault is it? It's mine! It's mine that I even exist!” I became a mess as continuous tears flowed out of my eyes. I wasn't able to stop them. “It's my fault that I'm so unlucky that no one ever wants me! It's my fault that I'm just a burden and everyone has ever just used me for their own benefit, until I come in handy! It's all my fault!” Christian was quick to take me in his hold as his arms embraced me in a hug.

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.