Blame This On The Misfortune Of Your Birth Novels & Stories

Well, i deserved it, i was definitely the worst person because no sane man goes around killing people at will. I balled my hands into a fist and clenched my jaw together, it was all her fault, that danmed goddess. If she knew I would turn out to be a maniac, why did she allow me be born? She should have taken my life the moment I was conceived but no, she wanted to punish me and derive pleasure in that. “It is all your fault, Adonis” her voice filtered through and u rose my head to meet her gaze. She was standing near the window, her glory cascading over her body.

" Your life has just been disastrous since day one, we don't need you to jinx ours with your bad luck" I felt my heart sink, and my gut wrench up in dismay. ' Why did they have to be so cruel? Why did they always have to blame me for everything single thing gone wrong?' I would always wonder then, but now, I realized they were both right. I was bad luck. I was cursed. I was indeed a jinx. My life had just been full of hardships and misfortunes. Nothing concerning ever went well. First, my parent's death, then finding out I was an omega, followed by nothing but an unending series of ill luck, misfortunes and mishaps.

The sorrow of being misunderstood by someone you love most. "It wasn’t your fault," I said softly, eyes fixed on the sea. The moonlight shimmered across the waves like liquid glass. "Neither of you was to blame. You were both victims of the same woman. I just wish you didn’t let her destroy what you had as brothers."

“I have been a troublemaker. I am sure you regret meeting me,” I said, a smirk on my face. “Well, I would do the same if I were in your shoes. It makes enough sense that you hate me.” Julian sighed, “I never knew you knew how to be pathetic.” “What!” I exclaimed. “I am telling you my inner thoughts but you think it’s pathetic behavior? Well, I guess it is.” “Listen up…” Julian told me calmly. “Blaming yourself for the misfortunes of my life is a very bad move. You ruined nothing. I’d like to believe that everything that happened between us was the work of fate.”

She yanked her kid close, his little eyes wide, like I’d curse him just by breathing. Everyone hates me for what my birth caused, as if it was my fault. How was I blamed for something that I had no power over? My hands curled into fists in my pockets, nails biting my palms. The whole pack knew the story of my birth. How it paralyzed Mom from her waist down after an agonizing struggle to birth me, which almost took her life. They say my twin brother also came out stillborn because of me, and that I had also brought bad luck to my father ever since that day. The stories lingered on every lip as I grew up to realize my miserable life.

But I was certain of what I was saying. “Everything that goes wrong in our lives. He’s to blame. Just take my word for it. Even the pregnancy. Blame it on him. It's his fault.” Surprisingly, Roman agreed. “Yeah. You’re right. This is his fault.” His voice hardened. “He’s to blame for this.” I laughed. “Want a cigarette?” I offered through the phone. “Trust me, it’ll help.” “Ever been shot through the phone?” he shot back.

"You blame yourself for their mistake? You were still a baby who needed to be watched over. Who needed to be cared for and protected, but they ignored you. Do not blame yourself for their sin. They brought this upon themselves." She bit her lower lips and looked down. "But father lost everything cause of me." Jordan smirked, "No, he lost everything cause of his foolishness. He lost everything cause of his ignorance. They showed how foolish they were when they let you alone. You are never badluck. It was their mistake and not yours. Do not blame yourself for any reason." he said calmly and pulled her head to his chest. "You are the best anyone can think of. You are good luck and never badluck

And your evening smile must be my tears. Wow! I hate whoever have wrote my fate! I am nit the person who have done alot wrong in there life that the Karma is here to bite me? Have I? I guess I was just a girl on side no one saw until the day I was exploded for being given to someone else. See me! I sure am an living example of non karma ful struggle fucked up life!

I am someone worth having. I am someone people can rely on. I thought everything would be fine. Why am I the only one having these miseries? Can somebody explain why life seems so bad to me? 'Why didn't you help your mother? Did we raise you like that? You live the way you like, and now you are turning your back on those who gave birth to you? ' Damn. Did they even ask me how I felt? ''I didn't even wish to be born! Fuck...''

I take my time, watching her and wondering what would happen if someone hit her beautiful face, her high cheekbones and curly hair, I shake my head to remove the picture from my head and plead for forgiveness. "I'm not at fault because, wallah, I do not deserve any of the things that happened to me. I'm a victim of someone's inability to get the memo that my mother who was married to her husband is dead and I have no idea what I am." I feel tears running down my cheeks. I swipe at the tears and cover my face with my palms and sob into the comfort of my soft palms.