Your Fault Series Novels & Stories

‎"My fault?" ‎"Yes, your fault!" I was angry now. Angry at him. Angry at Sarah. Angry at myself for being stupid enough to trust him. "You're the one who went to Crowley in the first place. You're the one who thought you could steal from a billionaire and get away with it. You're the one who fucked everything up." ‎"I fucked it up?" Marcus's voice was low and dangerous. "You're the one who fucked your best friend's husband. You're the one who helped me steal from her. You're the one who celebrated when you thought she was dead."

“I’m just trying to tell you the truth. I was just telling you that it wasn’t my fault.” Xavier’s exasperated laugh was bitter and full of pain. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. “No, Dad. It was never your fault, was it? It’s my fault. I’m the fool here. I’m the one who’s been forced to clean up every damn mess you make, who’s fought to keep us from sinking under all this bullshit. You ran over a couple who were just walking down the street, and you think you’re going to pass it off as ‘bad luck’? No, Dad. This is your fault. And you can’t even own it.”

She would like to find out who this person was! “He’s here, he’s here!I knew it! This is bad, this is bad… It’s my fault for involving all of you and I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I should’ve left earlier, sob…” Faye’s face was drenched in tears, her expression filled with guilt and regret. In her perception, it was her fault for involving Hayley, Shaelyn, and Lysithea. That was what was most agonizing to her! Hayley clutched her hand and said in a determined tone, “Don’t worry, Fifi. I’m here and I’ll make sure that you’re fine. You’re going to be fine…”

She couldn't complete her sentence. "It's not your fault babe. Don't push yourself hard. If there's someone to blame for everything, it was me. Everything started because of my infidelity. Now I am punished! Everything that I wanted is all taken to me slowly. You and Daniel are the only ones left but I could feel losing you both as well." Dwight bravely uttered. Accepting fault isn't easy to do. I'm glad he faces his fear and starting to conquer it. "No, it's not your fault. It was never been your fault." Alison tried to comfort him but Dwight this time is serious and man enough to stand up.

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five He was a monster. He was a monster. He was a monster. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five It was Jasper’s fault.

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.

“Why won’t you believe me? Why don’t you want to accept it, Meadow? Why won’t you agree that it’s not your fault?” “Because it is,” she blurted out. “Alaric, I knew that she was going to die but I allowed it to happen. Her life was…” Meadow’s lips quivered. “Her life was literally in my hands and I just… crushed it. It’s my fault.” My jaw clenched. Meadow was a tough fucking nut to crack. There was nothing I could do to try to convince her to change her mind or at least see reason. Nothing except… “It’s not your fault,” I finally spoke after a few seconds of silence. “It’s mine.”

Ame tried to explain to her friend. Ego bowed her head in remorse. "I've failed you, Ame, I pushed you unconsciously into Dapo's arms! Oh, will Phil ever forgive me for this?!" she muttered and shook her head. She looked up at Ame. This time both friends had a film of tears in their eyes. Involuntarily, they clasped each other in a tight embrace and wept their hearts out.

In South Africa, at Durban Correctional Services, Paula Cage and Sloane Ball were tormented endlessly by Dolly and her lackeys. She blamed them for destroying her life and her parents’ lives. Paula tried to reason with her, to no avail. She told her that it was her fault that her sentence was extended. If she hadn’t tried to frame Mrs Ferguson, her life would be different. Also, her father would not be lying in a public hospital fighting for his life.

I could hear them screaming from down the corridor. "Maya. Listen." I grabbed her arm. Made her look at me. "I need you to know something." "Do not. Do not say goodbye. You are not dying." "I blamed you. For Marcus. For Blue Moon. For everything. I was wrong." "You were not wrong. It was my fault. All of it." "No. It was Damien's fault. And Kael's. And every man who thought they could take what they wanted without consequence." I coughed. Tasted copper. "You just loved the wrong person. We all do that. Does not make you responsible for what monsters do."