Culpa Mía Book Novels & Stories

Then she remembered a notebook she saw on the small shelf in the room, so she walked to it and took it back to the table. “Nice,” she said when she saw a pen attached to the back cover. She opened the first page and wasn’t prepared for what she saw—words like poems were written on the first page, and they were written with blood. Mia was sure it was blood because she could smell the faintly metallic scent coming from the book. “Well, found something new about the Lovato’s family—they like writing with blood.” Scrunching her face, she flipped to the next page, and thankfully, there was nothing written on it, so she began writing out her plans, and they were as follows:

"If you ever hurt my mother, as long as l live, I will slice your facę and take revenge!" Frightened, Sophia staggered and stared at Miya open-mouthed. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and had been brought up spoiled by her brother and father. No one ever dared to say no to her. Miya was the first person that ever challenged her. Just as she was to shout back at Miya, she noticed Xenon had

Little compassion for Bella, a young girl who has been singled out by her master and is known for cruelty. "Come quickly tell me alexa." urges Bella not to be patient. "Master Marco has ordered the owner of the cafe where you work to stop you, Bella, and that letter you're holding is proof that you are no longer working at the site." Big! Bella's heart beats wildly at the sound of alexa's explanation, not expecting Marco to get so far into his life. Assuming all this was the tail of his actions which led to the compensation for the damage he had done a few days ago, little remorse after knowing it would end up like now.

" Punch* I am a coward. * Punch* Fucking lier and betrayer. * Punch* A murderer who killed his own wife and son! I deserve to burn in the fire of hell for what I have done...there is no forgiveness...there is just never ending repentance. Staring at the scrapped paint and the hole in the wall. I rush out from there. Feeling suffocated. My conscience has me trapped in its own prison of sorrows.And no matter how much I try,I can't escape from it. . . . Mia 's pov 7 days later

But I didn’t expect Mia to be holding my bag and spilling the entire content on the floor. “Opps, my bad,” she said but I could see clearly in her eyes that she wasn’t sorry. I fought hard to keep my tears at bay and bent over to start picking my books but then she grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I was so weak, it was like my strength was failing me and I knew that no matter what she does to me now, I won’t be able to retaliate. I lack the strength and my heart felt so heavy that it was weighing me down. I felt like my soul had left me and all I could think about were the words in that caption, the sound of my moans in that record. If Christy was right that he couldn’t do it, then what can

I had not cared about the consequences, because that was what I had always done and was tired of doing. “I didn’t backstab her. I simply went after what I wanted,” I defended myself because I was the only one who would. Everyone else would blame me, which was why guilt was not close to what I felt. “Think what you will, Bella, but do not lecture me on what’s right and wrong with the history you have.” “Don’t talk about my history.” The anger in her voice made me lose the last bit of control I had. “At least I didn’t sleep with the man promised to my friend.”

There was a connection, bonding, maybe a friendship too in the way of manufacture until it was ruined. Until I shamble. For the first time, I think I am to blame for that, and I am gladly taking the blame. If Inessa wants to give me a lifetime in prison, I will accept that happily for her. I will take anything she has to offer. “I pissed her off inviting my friends on our honeymoon.” “Why did you do that?” I can see the horror on Mia’s face and confusion in her voice. She pushes the glasses with her finger and grabs her pen to write something. The look of determination on her face says this is the topic we are talking about for an hour today.

I knew the difference between right and wrong, between truth and survival, and I chose survival. And that’s the part that haunts me. Because no matter how many times I say sorry, no matter how many nights I cry until I can’t breathe, it won’t change what I started. It won’t undo the damage I caused to Antonio, to Rino, to myself. You can’t undo a lie once it’s spilled blood. I stared at the book in my hands, my thumb brushing over the embossed letters on the cover... “The Rape Recovery Handbook.”

She growl letting out all her anger that she build up through the months of agonising pain he set her through. "It wasn't my fault..." He try to shift the blame, but again Mia was not having it. She wasn't having any of his words, he shouldn't even bother. "I know... Nothing is ever your fault.It was either the clients fault for thinking they are better than you which of course is the people you couldn't sign due to having a little self-respect or it was my mistake for not being convincing enough to have some sort of way to blackmail these fools, right?" She comes down forcefully connecting the metal bat with his knee caps and he yells out in pain again. How much he was able to take was real

She started that fucking fire, she locked the doors, locked them in there leaving them to burn. Lucy escaped with a scratch; Diego had half of his face burnt off. I blamed myself, I turned around and left blaming myself for everything. And after all that blame, after losing a lot, I came back for Tonia. So tell me Mia if I can’t kill her, if I can’t marry her and make her life painful each fucking day, what else can I do to an arsonist who walks free while my brother bears the mark of her mistakes on his face?”