Blame This On The Misfortune Of Your Birth Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You're mistaken, Tihana. Our feud didn't start from there. It started from the moment you were born. You never should have been born. Your birth was a simple mistake which ought to be corrected.” “What?” I muttered with a shocked gasp. “What are you talking about? I shouldn't have been born? What the fuck are you saying?” I yelled out in anger. “Don't get mad now. If there's anyone to blame, it should be those involved. And do you really want to know who those people are?”

Of all people, I found salvation in a Sario. I spent years telling myself this is just the way the world is. It’s no one’s fault, just luck of the draw. Now I know that’s not true. Now I have someone to blame for my suffering. How many more Unfortunates were born a Fortunate? How many children are suffering in Unfortunate camps because their parents didn’t want them?

I replied as I rolled my eyes, trying to seem nonchalant. "You have already done enough, Jessica," She said, a sad smile creeping onto her features. "Like what?" I scoffed. "Being born?" Hot tears threatened to leave my eyes, but I blinked them back. If only they knew the pain I had gone through while growing up, always wishing I was never born. Who are they to try to blame me for their misfortunes? Besides, who would I blame for mine? "You're probably right, Jessica. We can't blame you for being born," she said as she tilted her head towards me, her eyes emotionless.

His face showed no regret for his actions, only a deep sadness for his tragic life. “Mama, if I could choose, I wouldn’t have been born with a fate like this. But somehow, I was born anyway and lived through this misfortune.” He bowed his head, a faint, bitter smile crossing his lips. “Maybe it’s because my parents were you two. That’s why I chose to live. It’s ridiculous.”

CHAPTER 76 SUMMER VACATION II Others may simply slip and fall, and before you know it, they have died. This is how life is. Prior to our birth, our story had already been written. Do not blame yourself for your father’s death. Being that you get to survive, it was meant to happen. Just think of him as your hero instead.”

I smack him. “Oh, don’t be so surprised. You know we were born shit out of luck. But it’s fine, many have it even worse.” “Do they?” “Yes.” I say with a voice that clearly says this is not something I will negotiate. The sadistic belief in me that there has to be some people with even worse luck in their lives than me won’t let me realize just how shitty life I’ve had. It’s a form of denial, but it does me good. “We have each other, don’t we?”

I blurted, “It wasn’t my intention to snap at you earlier. I’ve just got a lot going on and… it’ll never happen again.” My father’s always taught me to never apologize for doing anything wrong. If anything had happened, it was because I had the power to let it be so. And to apologize for it, would be apologizing for having power and wielding it. And that… wasn’t an attribute of an Alpha. But never to my cousin. For Bethel, I’d bend principles. I moved closer to her, words leaving my lips in a whisper. “I’m sorry.” She flashed me a toothy grin and responded with; “I could never stay mad at you, Liam. But never snap at me again in front of her.”

“Why you’re even here is beyond me, but you’ll do nothing but bring misfortune to this place.” Misfortune. I guess that he was right about that. Since I was born, misfortune has followed me, at least after I was forced to be with my father. Since then, it has been like a dark cloud hovering over me, but I already decided that I wasn’t going to just waste my life and my ability by wallowing in my own self-pity. “That may be,” I admit with a laugh that immediately sends pain through me due to my injury. Looking down, I take in my split flesh and the blood that is beginning to dry over it. Damn, he really did come close to killing me; if I didn’t move, then I would be...

"Hazel, you've made my life hell, you've held me back, and I bore it." "But Catherine and our baby are innocent. Why won't you spare them?" "Is it because we're Omegas? You think you can just trample over us however you like?" Lucas's baby? I almost laughed out loud. Lucas didn't even know it himself, but he had a fertility defect — his sperm count and quality were too poor to conceive a child naturally. In my last life, I'd gone through round after round of IVF because of him. My body had been wrecked by it.

“I remember my sins that I have done to you. Maybe, if I hadn't been so slow in helping you, our first child would have grown up by now." “And if I hadn't hurt you in Italy, maybe our second child would have been born too. I really am a devil.” Albern continued to blame himself. TBC (TO BE CONTINUED)