Culpa Nuestra Book Novels & Stories

Vera still didn't say a word, she just remained mute as she continued flipping the pages of the book she was holding. I took a breath. "But Vera, you have to understand something. I made a promise to myself that very day at the hospital when I found out someone had tried to kill you,” “I swore to myself that I would make them pay. When Klevis brought that man to me, I did what I swore I would do." She turned a page, but I noticed her hand was shaking slightly. "The man deserved what he got," I said, and I meant it. "Do you understand that? If I hadn't come into that hospital room when I did, if the nurses hadn't been there too, that man would have killed you, Vera.”

“If I do, Vanessa’s life would be over… back then, she could only be charged with attempted assault. You entered the wrong room, and the one you were with was someone else…” Even though she had expected his answer, her chest ached. She spoke with a taunting smile, “So what you mean is any wrong done to me has been erased? Getting drugged and raped was my fault, getting pregnant with a bastard, and giving birth to a dead baby was also my fault!” Gabriel frowned. “Bella, that’s not what I meant! Nessa and I have already apologized, and we’ve tried to make amends all these years. Why can’t you forgive and forget?”

Her cries and pleas helped me breathe better as I decorated her stomach with several bloody slashes. My eyes probably resembled those of a mad woman, and I couldn’t care less. I was mad, dammit! These assholes really had a whole fūcking scheme against us, and we really fell for it. They had really destroyed us in more ways than we could have ever imagined. But that’s why they had to pay. “Il sangue è l’unico pagamento per peccare.” (Italian: “Blood is the only payment for sinning.”) I murmured under my breath before pushing her body to its limit.

“ I just feel guilty like I did something wrong, this mess was supposed to be mine. I was the one who invited this trouble and it was I who didn’t protect her parents properly. I should have thought things through properly before running from Glenn but I didn’t, I made an instinctive decision because I wanted to get away from him. That caused my parents’ safety to get endangered and the same could be said for you, I am here to help you out but instead, you are the one who is helping me out, I even caused this tragedy where you got hurt. If only I was paying attention then this wouldn’t have happened-” “ Woah, Woah, hold that thought,” said Cain as he held his hand up, staring at Reyna like h

I'm reviewing a math practice test the night before the college entrance exam when I spot a chunk of red text that shouldn't be there. "At 10:00 pm, your sister's classmate, Britney Lowe, will come to your house asking to stay the night. She'll say she had a fight with her parents and has nowhere else to go." "At 2:00 am, she'll sneak into your room, then call the police at dawn and accuse you of assaulting her." "The police will arrest you, and you'll be sentenced to three years in prison. Your younger sister, Lizzie Brown, will become the target of school gossip, and unable to face the online bullying, she'll jump to her death." I frown as I read it, assuming it's some kind of prank.

My parents hand me this year's "atonement list", which includes a Porsche worth at least six figures. They claim that my late brother, Caleb Patterson, loved luxury cars above all else. Even though he died saving my life, they say I owe it to him to buy a real one and burn it in his memory. That way, he can enjoy it in the afterlife. Just as I'm about to drain my savings to appease them—just as I've done for the past ten years—I receive a notification about a trending post titled, "How do you get the oldest child to willingly spend their whole life slaving away for the younger one?" After a moment's thought, I tap the notification and start typing a reply, one word at a time. "I'm the ol

Leah Classic. The victim play. The tears. The guilt trip. I looked down at her hand on my arm, then back at her face—calm, almost gentle. “Ella orchestrated Justin’s attempt to rape me,” I said quietly. “That’s public knowledge now. Innocent white flowers don’t drug people and order assaults. She and Justin beat me until I bled. If Kaelen hadn’t arrived, I’d be dead. She made her choices. The world condemned her for them. If she chose to end her life rather than face the consequences, how is that my fault? Should I have let them kill me quietly so she could keep her reputation?”

How you read Tolstoy and wept for strangers in books. I didn’t deserve you. Maybe I was wrong. But was I that bad that you left me for your career and ate some pills which aborted our child as he was born dead due to the pills you had taken. Was I that bad, Isla? Isla clutched the pages tighter. Her eyes stung. Claire made Lucian hurt so much. He was lost and alone. Yes, it was his fault for believing his mother but he wasn't an evil bastard like Claire was.

As soon as she was gone, I turned to Yula. “I’m sorry for what I did. It’s all my fault. Now the Langstons will be coming after our family,” I started my apology. “No. It’s not your fault, you hear me? It’s never your fault. So don’t you blame yourself for this,” Yula insisted. “But everyone saw me attack him—”

Everything should be balanced. "Just because I look innocent doesn't mean I can't do bad. Just because I look naive doesn't mean I don't know a thing. Just because I let you abuse me, take advantages of me doesn't mean I won't let karma hit you, bitch. You fooled the wrong person, Celine. And I feel sorry for what's going to happen next at you."