Culpa Tuya Book Series Novels & Stories

“And you know, fuck you even more for making me see Grey as anything other than just any other bleeder. This isn’t even about him, is it? You don’t give a fuck if that dude dies, do you? All you want is your conscience cleared. You’re fucked up, man.” I spit even harsher, my own voice breaking slightly. I hate to see Marcellan broken, but once a man is broken, he’s never repaired again. Once a man is shattered by love, his heart follows. Marcellan releases me and I step away. “Go clean yourself up, brother.” His next statement makes me pause. “It was never my fault. Your spite enraged me, and you know it too. I was merely a Beta-turned-Alpha then, Nikolai. You could have stopped it, but you

The door locked behind her with a soft click, and she was alone—alone in enemy territory, surrounded by people who saw her as nothing more than collateral damage in a war she never asked to be part of. Her hands trembling, Catalina sank onto the edge of the bed. The weight of everything crashed down on her, and for a moment, she allowed herself to cry. She cried for Luca, the boy she had never met but now felt responsible for. She cried for her father, trapped somewhere she couldn’t reach. And she cried for herself—lost, terrified, and unsure how she would survive this ordeal. This version refines the pacing, dialogue, and descriptions, keeping the tension high while adding depth to Catalina

I knew I would commit myself to make sure she becomes the happiest of women. Looking at Talia's scared face and her buggy dress I can't help but regret how much I have failed to love and protect her. She may be extraordinarily beautiful, but she looks nothing close to being happy. She is in fact shaking with fear as she presses herself against the wall in an effort to get as far away from me as possible. No doubt she thinks that I am here to end her life again. I am honestly not very good at giving apologies. How do you even start apologizing for the kind of wrongs we have done to her? She was barely holding on to life when I ordered the soldiers to finish her off. I may have been fooled in

Except one. Santos's wife, Mariana finally built up the nerve to ask Tiffany about his "party favors". When Tiffany told me about it after the game, she said it was a horrible conversation to have. She had never felt so much guilt. But she answered Mariana's questions honestly. Then she apologized and admitted that at the time, she wasn't thinking about anyone but herself. Surprise of all surprises, Mariana hugged her and thanked Tiffany for telling her the truth.

*** Three Weeks Later "You are killing yourself." Tia Lucinda opened the heavy drapes in the master bedroom and the morning light filled the corners, showing empty bottles of tequila and whisky. "Enough is enough, Rafael. Stop punishing yourself." She was also close to tears. Just great! Ramon was hovering close by with Tia Juanita rocking their baby in her arms. Their dark gazes showed pain. For him. El Patrón, despite the pounding in his head, was close to panicking. He had no strength to fight the forces attacking him at the moment.

Paling and repelling water profusely, instant panic and sweat hitting full force, the guilt is practically dripping off him in neon flashing waves. ‘’Where are the books?’’ Alexi’s tone is harsh, not so much of a snap but not amused as he slams the drawer and pulls the next one out. I am assuming this is him moving into pissed mode, and Luciano knows it. Carrero is on a mission to find them whether Lucie helps or not.

This was a luxurious prison. I ran to the door, yanking the handle. “Let me out!” I yelled, forcing the knob but it didn't bulge. I banged against the door, again and again. But silence answered me. I turned in a circle, chest rising fast, too tired to continue. I was only wasting my time and energy. They put me in here for a reason. I am the captive. Somewhere in this house was a man called El Cuervo. I then remembered the tattoo, and the name on it.

“What’s it about? I can’t remember.” “The novel’s coming along fine,” Eva replied proudly. “In fact, it’s almost done. You can’t remember what it’s about because I didn’t tell you, but nice try.” Tara heaved an impatient sigh and dove into her fare with exaggerated gusto. She hated secrets. Eva consistently refused to divulge the theme of her novels until they were in print. Her way of making it up to her niece and nephew was to present them with autographed first editions. Tara couldn’t understand where Eva came from with her superstitions. Just once she’d like to be able to know the plot before the world did.

It’s all about faith. °°° The story ends here. Thanks for reading. Follow me on my I*, and get to know about my next book which is about their kids. Also, read my another book Beta Nocholas. It's a werewolf romance. Thanks again :)

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy