Don't Blame The Player Blame The Game 소설 & 이야기

- She shouts at me and then breathes - Or you don't remember that you're the cause of getting me into that - She reproaches. -Of course, blame me. I'm almost sure you were looking forward to this moment. -What moment are you talking about? - asks confused - that he screwed up - I say confidently and point it out - you said it yourself, you're tired of playing cat and mouse - he watches me without saying anything - You're right, I'm sick of this damn game. But that's not why you had to mess with that kid, maybe you know what trouble you got yourself into... maybe you forgot the wolf rules.

And it seemed like I was right because he looked up at me in shock. "What did you say?" he stuttered, turning pale. "Our child?" he couldn't believe the question. I made sure that he heard the right words he was supposed to hear. I bravely faced his direction and said, "Yes! Our child! Our child died because of you." Blaming someone for a mistake that was not their fault might be bad, but could you blame me? I wanted him to experience what I had gone through. I wanted him to suffer the way I suffered, so even if it was wrong, I still blamed him. It was the only way I knew he would regret, like the way I regretted.

How could he still stand there and play the victim card? “Stop using words for me. Did I ever say I wanted this? Did I fucking say I wanted to come back here? You forced me. You fucking forced me to come here, join the business I hated, and live with those fucking people. Then why do you blame me for everything that goes wrong?” He gritted out in anger and frustration while his eyes coldly glared at her. Every word that left his mouth shot Lily directly in the heart because whatever he said was true, no matter how much she tried to deny it. She was equally to blame, but that didn't justify his cheating. Lily swallowed hard while turning her head to look away. She tried her best to hide those

“Even until now, I still kept on blaming myself for believing the lies of Damon. I have never realized that there might be a possibility that he's only making up stories. I hated myself to conclude that easily and because of that mistake, I've lost a year without Margaux beside me.” I looked at him when he uttered those words again. Jace did nothing but to always blame himself since earlier and I couldn't blame him. I know that I have done something as well. He shouldn't be one to keep blaming himself because I have flaws too. I was the one who really knew the truth but I gave up on searching for the truth. “Do not blame yourself, son. If there's someone to be blamed here it was Damon. Let's

he look away, unable to explain himself. She glare. “If you don't want to play it, the don't! You dob't have to confuse people like myself!” He stunned, glance at her who the system called Player 9.9B. He didn't actually expect her to say such a thing. He forgot... He shouldn't have carried away. Yet he can't help it. “It's okay to you?” His hands form a fist. “It's okay to have this game where people-” He hardly remembering what happen to those players bathing their own blood, unidentified by the gruesome and gore.

“But it is. His dad’s definitely gonna blame me.” Theo who never seemed to have gained the ability of empathy turned to Raven and most nonchalantly said, “Why are you making this about you? You’re not the one playing bad. If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s Arlo’s. He's been playing so terribly the entire season.”

Being Alpha wasn’t something he had been raised to do and the eighteen hour days felt like a curse. Yet, ever since a rogue killed Simon, his elder brother, there was no alternative. Liam knew he was prone to blaming people for what he believed to be his inadequacies but he couldn’t help himself. The fact that he hadn't yet found his mate was another failing on his part. If she was anything like Pamela, the pack slut, who these days filled him with revulsion then he would have no alternative but to reject her.

“Look at me, baby.” I spun on my heels, not meeting his eyes. Roman hooked his forefinger under my chin, forcing me to meet his soft gaze. “It’s not your fault,” he murmured. “If someone is to blame, it’s me.” “Roman-” He cut me off. “Lena was my responsibility. You are my responsibility and so is Maya. I’m the one who has to apologize-”

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.

Chosen to keep such piece, such value, and stance, that at the end of this very game she would wish for a deal and exchange for the service that she will hold and draws a smile upon. “In the game of tag?” Teasing, yet more likely buying some time as she is patching everything up and towards the next stage of this game. The voice once more asks, but now in a deep and haunting voice, as it speaks. “Who should be blamed in the game of tag?” Impatient as she knew it and much more feels it to be. She looks straight like she is seeing the being behind the voice, as she answers. “No one.”