Culpa Mia 2 Book Novels & Stories

Mia was crying profusely, apologizing to Ava for choosing not to go out with her and blaming herself for Ava's kidnap. "I'm so sorry, Ava," she sobbed, holding the jug with shaking hands. "If only I had gone out with you, none of this would have happened. This is all my fault." Ava looked up at her, her eyes filled with kindness. "Mia, it's not your fault," she said softly, reaching out to comfort her. "You couldn't have known what would happen. And besides, you've done so much for me already. I'm just grateful to have you by my side."

Felly Lopez smiled wryly, "That's right, I have to blame myself for what happened to me today, I blame myself for being too greedy, and I blame myself for not knowing people well. I am blind and fall into your hands, so I consider myself unlucky. But Mia, remember, if you do many unrighteous actions, you will die. You will be proud for a while, but you will not be proud forever. I, Felly Lopez, will definitely watch, watch your unlucky day."

Chapter Sixty-Nine— kiss ★Maliya's POV★ I couldn't sleep. The safe house was quiet. Too quiet. Every creak of the floorboards made me jump. Every shadow seemed threatening. I lay in the unfamiliar bed, staring at the ceiling, and tried to process everything that had happened in the past six hours. Micaiah was a criminal. Daemon was a criminal. They were enemies in some war I hadn't known existed. And I'd been caught in the middle, used by both of them.

ROSALINE It was Friday already, and time for me to leave for my mama’s place. I dreaded today because my guilt nagged me every fucking second. Fabiola was beside me on the couch, her legs folded and hands holding the coffee mug. Bella and Alessia were in the kitchen, the sound of their laughter filling the stiff surroundings. “I heard what happened on Tuesday,” Fabi said in a low voice. “Why didn’t you tell those men to just shut up? The woman I know you are, you would’ve beaten them to death.”

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

She hates me over everything as if I was born to be her maid but unfortunately turned to be her classmate. After that I stopped looking at James. And now he's dying for me. Ridiculous. "Look at that pathetic slut. If I had a golddiger of a mother like that, I would never show my face to others. Still living at Fernandez's mansion like they're the owner." That's not new to me. I didn't bother to look at Kiara and her two slaves. "Ignoring us huh? It's funny that a murderer's child is studying with us. What an era and the fucking rules of college! This murderer's child should be terminated from this college." Mia rolled her eyes and snatch my coffee cup from me before spilling it all over my d

His eyes were dark, focused, reflecting the gravity of the situation. Sylvia hesitated for a moment, her gaze distant as if sifting through memories she’d rather not recall. When she finally spoke, her voice was somber, tinged with a hint of regret. “The Book of Enchantments,” she revealed, the words hanging heavy in the air. “Mia stole it.”

Georgia knew fully well that no matter the outcome of the senate hearing of the disciplinary committee, she was not coming back without a dent in her ego, without a scar etched on her mentality. The principal started first, “Georgia Brooke, what led you to this shameful act of yours?” “I swear, I didn’t do it,” she claimed, amidst sobs. “All evidences point to you in the other way. How would you wash your fur clean from this?” “All day, I’ve been at the library reading and revising what I have learnt. I didn’t know there were questions in printed form.” “You could have someone hired to do the dirty job for you, since you’re so perfect,” the economics teacher, a man who had always detested he

“Because I love Mia. She’s been there for me in ways that I can’t even begin to tell you… she has pulled me through shit and hurt and trauma that I can’t talk about. So, now I’m helping her. At least, I hope I am.” “You’re not sure?” “No. I’m not.” She sighed. “The thing is, Nick, I think you made a mistake. God knows, I’ve made mistakes in my life, and most of them can’t be undone. Lots of mistakes can't be, I've learned, but I guess I’m hoping that this mistake you made is one that can be undone. Somehow.” “Nick?” He turned. Mia was standing there in pyjamas and bare feet, her hair wrapped in a towel, her eyes swollen shut from crying. She looked small and broken and – worst of all – that

“Yup. You're the one who couldn't stop screaming my name, and begging me to go deeper. Any deeper baby, I could have discovered diamonds. Or crude oil? Maybe both.” Mia hated that she burst out laughing. But then she realized they had been exposed, and stopped laughing immediately. “So you really think everyone heard?” She lowered her voice to ask. “Who cares if they heard? Are you ashamed of me?” The moment he asked that question, the scale dropped out of her eyes. She remembered everything. She remembered why she was angry at him. “What have I done?” She questioned herself internally, as she jumped off the counter. “What is it, Mia?” Luca worriedly asked, noticing the shift in the air.