Your Fault Series Novels & Stories

I don't find it her fault what has happened but she can't help but think it is. " It's all my fault. It's all my fault. Everything is my fault" she cried out fighting to get out of my hold. I didn't let her go. I knew if I did, she would fall into darkness. Embracing her was the best thing I could do to show her that I didn't blame her. " It's not your fault Brielle. Stop beating yourself up for this. As much as I hate that my sister was killed, I would still feel the same if they got to you. I was the one who failed to protect her. So don't blame yourself. Please."

"Why is it that you keep f*cking up my life? Our lives?!" James frowned. "Becca, that's not entirely fair." "Oh yeah? What's 'fair,' then? Grooming Alessandro to be a mafia don or maybe having Russians descend on my home in New Zealand—" "That was Neal's fault, not mine," James said angrily. "And Tally? What about Tally?" I replied in a harsh tone. James scowled. "Don't you dare bring my daughter into this. Of course, I feel guilty over what happened to Tally. Do you think I don't? Do you think I don't beat myself up every day over it?"

“I couldn’t let you go out on your own, knowing how much pain you’re in, and it’s partly my fault.” “It’s not your fault, Greg. Whatever happened was not your fault. You had no way of stopping it.” “But if I had arrived earlier, maybe she’d be here with us,” Greg said. I sighed at my Beta’s words. I shifted back and sat, butt naked, on the grass, knees up, with my hands resting on them. “It’s my fault. If only I had brought her home earlier, this wouldn’t have happened. I apologize for earlier. You did nothing wrong,” I told my Beta, who had shifted and was seated on the ground, naked like me.

They were quiet for a moment, the air thick with tension before words pierced the air, "I'll tell her" It was Brenda talking and Sre shook her head in protest, about to tell her she'd tell his wife herself but Brenda wasn't finished, "It's not your fault we lost him, you know". That was all Sreya needed to snap, "But it's my fault. It's my fucking fault. Maybe if I'd done something a little earlier or even differently—" Brenda shook her head, "Sre, we had to follow procedure or something would have wr—"

"Eliot," "It's my fault. I didn't cherish you. I didn't cherish you enough, I didn't take advantage of the time I had... it's my fault. My fault! Now you're getting taken away from me...I can't find you anywhere no matter what. I've searched everywhere, every corner...I can't find you, Serena. It is my fault!" "Eliot..."

It’s all my fault! It’s my fault she fell in love with her CEO, it doesn’t mean she’s a gold digger, it’s my fault she’s in love with both Finn and Zane. It’s my fault she opens her body, it doesn’t make her a slut. It’s all my fault! Jeeez! I have a lot to fix! Rather, let’s try again, I’ll try to end things with her both as Finn and Zane. ****** To Be Continued

"NONE of this would've happened had Bianca hadn't continued to forcefully wedge herself between you and him. But NONE of this would've happened if Adrian had remained faithful. This isn't your fault—it's theirs." "I just… If I hadn't left on foot, I—" "It's not your fault, Eve. No one here blames you. YOU were wronged. YOU were the one that was betrayed and hurt in the end. It's THEIR fault, not yours." I let out a deep, deep sigh. "I…" I paused for a moment, uncertain if I actually wanted to say what I wanted to say next. But the more I thought about it, the more I was starting to realize my actual truth of the matter.

Not that hard. Anyways this week we finally got to win this case about a murder happening inside a factory. The worker's family blamed the factory and their work environment while it was all the wife's fault. Charging the factory for unhealthy conditions in the workplace when the heart attack of the man was a result of a poison. Belladonna. It's not the first case like that, that I have won. This other time I had to work with a serial killer. Dramatic experience since I almost got killed but amazing sex, so that kind of balanced things. Before the trial, the police busted in the court accusing my client of things he clearly hadn't commit just to frame him. Until this was fully taken care, I

I didn’t know when that came out of my mouth, but I was truly sorry for making her go through that, it was all my fault. It was my fault that I appointed the wrong attorney which caused the cut in her arm, it is also my fault that I left Asher all alone and she had to come in to save him, leading to the cut on her head, it’s all my fault. “You don’t have to blame yourself, it’s the drivers fault for driving recklessly.” “No, it’s my fault, and I am sorry.” I murmured, “I shouldn’t have left Asher all alone there, I could have thought of a way to keep them both with me.” I added.

“And we have better things to do, you should be fixing the mess you made, it is all your fault that shit, happened and now, I can’t even leave the country,” Claudia yelled. “Why is it my fault? We had so many chances to end it all but you kept stalling, I told you to finish her the moment I brought her but you choose to tell her tales, you chose, I told you it was a bad idea to keep her for long but you won’t listen, I told you we would get him another time, let’s take her out first but you refused, don’t fucking blame me, you are not the only one in hiding, I am hiding too, fuck you!”