Don't Blame The Player Blame The Game นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Daniel says choking out and I freeze. “No, no it’s not. You did absolutely nothing wrong” I say looking at his tear-filled eyes. “I asked you to come to my game. If I never asked than you wouldn’t of had to drink. I’m to blame for this” He says closing his eyes. “Daniel, look at me” I stare at him, worry apparent in my face. “I know how important to you this game is. I know you would never do anything to hurt me. This is my parents fault, not yours” I say fixing his messy hair.

Do not play with Archer. _____ She put on her hoody and wiped out the stain of blood on her lips as she took the courage to open the door of their house. She knew she would be doomed the moment her brother found out that she got into trouble again. She got into a fight, as usual. She has her reasons, and she badly wants to turn her life upside down. Selah Damson is so desperate for a change that she wants it to happen right away.

I asked her while crying and full of anger. “It is your fault! You are not listening!” He shouted, blaming me. “I told you to listen to me! I told you not to ask for help from anyone!” He continued. “I told you that this will end soon!” He added “This is my game, Lady, I created the game so stop playing as a pro!” “Why are you doing this?!” I asked him, still crying. “You will know it in time” He answered and he ended the call.

Bull’s eye. I smile before taking steps forward near him and tap him on his left shoulder. “I understand and you don’t have to feel guilty about it anymore. I heard from Nikolai that you were not in the right focal in the game, you love football.” He chuckle. “I know that he told you such false information again based on what he concluded himself.” I chuckle with him. “He did. But I refuse to think about it. So please, take care of your girlfriend.”

Tobi glanced at me and I glared at him, this wouldn't have happened if he didn’t fight back at Calvin. I probably didn’t bleed but thank god, the baby is fine. “Why are you glaring at me?” He asked, “This wouldn’t occur if you didn’t fight back to Calvin,” I uttered. Tobi rolled his eyes at me then sat on the empty chair beside the hospital bed. “Why are you always taking his side? Have you forgotten that you’re having this problem because of him? His stupidness made you bear an illegitimate child.” He said, What he said struck me hard.

If that’s the case then let’s fucking sop this! “I’m not using you! It’s true I needed your help to move on but I didn’t initiated this, you did that yourself!” “So, we’re playing the blame game now?” “Oh fuck, we are! Don’t you dare try blaming me for your fault! You’re the one who started this!” “I’m not. You don’t even get what I’m saying” “ What?! Aren’t you blaming me right now?! I just want you to do your responsibility to me!” “That’s it? Well, I’m just asking whether you’ve already forgiven me! Have you ever thought about that? I did my best and I’m fucking tired of it. Have you ever thought about me? Even if— just for a moment or a tiny second, huh?”

“It is, how can you not blame me?” “I don’t blame you, because this isn’t your fault.” Roman stated firmly just as Tristan walked in the front door, surveying the scene, his eyes went hard, and I couldn’t say I blamed him, it looked like a battle had just taken place with Amber and I both red faced and puffy eyed and Roman’s face set in anger.

"Don't start yapping about Spencer. That fox who seduced my niece... disgusting." "Just create a better game next time. And then, please be entirely transparent about the conditions of the games right from the start. You misled a lot of players and you suck them in without actually taking their consents first." "But that will lessen the thrill of playing my game—" "The excitement should start exactly when the game begins. You fucked them up right from the soul transfer. Who would think about enjoying it after telling them 'you can't get out unless you win a lot of instances'. You messed up. That's it."

Later on, she became hooked on online gambling in a vain attempt to strike it rich and regain everything she'd lost. Isabella and Phil, on the other hand, fell into an endless cycle of mutual blame and resentment. "It's all your fault! If you hadn't seduced me back then and insisted on buying that damn car, I wouldn't be in this situation today!" "Bullshit! It's your own incompetence that's to blame! You couldn't even handle one man, and now you're blaming me? Why didn't your dearest ex-husband have you thrown into prison?" "You bastard! I wouldn't have had to if it weren't for that useless daughter of yours!"

"The team's waiting." "I'll be there in a minute, Coach," I replied. Coach looked at the phone in my hand before folding his arms. "You've got thirty seconds." He disappeared again. Sienna laughed softly through the speaker. "You should go," she said. "I'd rather not have your teammates blaming me if you lose." "I don't think they'd blame you." "They absolutely would," Becca replied. "Athletes blame everything." "We do not," I protested. "You definitely do," Sienna said with a smile in her voice.