Don't Blame The Player Blame The Game Novels & Stories

"Listen to yourself talk Liam, so you couldn't give up your need to be in control for the truth, did you even give me the benefits of doubt? Did you ever think that nothing might change if you told me?" Jordan asked wiping his eyes, he looked like he was going to cry again. "That's not the only reason Jordan, there are many others, I am not using then as an excuse but then you can't blame me," "Then who do I blame? Fate? The maker? Who should I blame?" "There is no one to blame Jordan, it is just how it is," "But there is a solution though," "No there isn't, surgery is not a solution," "And you know that how?"

I do not blame the children. I blame the parents. I wouldn't say I like it when everybody says it is because of video games that a child commits suicide or murder. That is the biggest bullshit I have ever hurt. I play video games all the time, and I am not violent. I also grew up in the Mafia, but that does not mean I am fierce. I blame the parents. It is all their fault for not giving enough attention to their child and not knowing what is going through that child's mind. If I have a child, I will spend most of my time with them and be like my parents. Some children will do anything for attention, even if it is terrible, as long as somebody notices them. You also get bad children like you g

“I don’t know what the fuck sort of game this is, but—” “Game?” I choke. “Are you kidding me? You think I wanted everyone to see me—” “That video painted you as a slut.” He lifts his shoulder and lets it fall. The anger is melting into indifference. “And how should I know? You were someone else over the summer. The girl I used to know. And now…” He shakes his head. “You’re doing to me what you did to Greyson.” I rear back. He’s got to be fucking kidding me. “You’re blaming me for… ruining your football career? I drank too much and someone took advantage of us in a vulnerable spot. That’s not my fault.”

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

I hate this feeling, but I just hate the idea that she was actually planning it all along. "No, it's okay. Sorry that I forgot to inform you about my game. I thought you already know about it. Next time, I'll inform you in advance. But I guess it was a good thing that you guys were not there, or else you would see how badly I messed up the game of the whole team." She was probably putting the blame on her after their team failed to win the game.

"But God never created a perfect being. He is a handicap on hand." "Handicap?" "His APM is incredibly low." "So we can only put him in the coach position?" Said pat in a disappointing tone. "No, that would be the greatest waste that this game would ever do. Why do you think that man still plays this game if he knows he's bad at this?" Locking his fingers as he put his hands on the round table. "Just spill it out! Don't beat around the bush." Pat impatiently said. Yang grinned. "It's simple. The game consists of five players on both sides, not one."

He hurt me, I had to remember this. I strengthened my resolve and informed him I did not feel the same. I wasn’t totally convinced but I had to remember this was just a dangerous game and I could not fall for him. My body had to be lying. I told him I wasn’t interested in being a pawn for some power play, nor was I willing to give away my power to any man. I told him I am not looking for a mate and did not believe he was mine. I watched as confusion appeared on his face and then his eyes dimmed. It was all I could do to stick to my resolve and not run into his arms when I saw how the light left his eyes. This was a visible pain that washed over Drake just before the ache in my chest began.

' – Adeline The reply came instantly. 'Oh so now it's my fault. Of course. Everything is my fault. You're perfect and I'm the problem. Got it.' – Shane I set the phone down and pressed my palms against my eyes. The game was so old. He'd invent a failure, blame me for it, and then twist my defense into an attack on him. By the time he got home, he'd have built it into something bigger. Something I'd have to apologize for. Something he'd hold over me for days.

“I’m mad at them.” She shakes her head, eyes filling again. “This is my fault. If I hadn’t come here today, if I hadn’t stepped on the ice, none of this would’ve happened. You wouldn’t be dragged into this again.” “Lena.” I turn toward her. “Stop blaming yourself.” “But it’s true,” she whispers. “Every time you’re near me, something bad happens. The article. The rumors. Now this. You’re in playoffs, Evan. You shouldn’t be dealing with...”

I knew this would be repeated and twisted by many but I didn't care. I continued, “I am not to blame for that. You cannot blame the winner for your own inability to match up to them. I too have lost in some games,” I tilted my head glancing briefly in Dominic's direction. “And I know not all games are worth winning in the end. So I must ask that you let this go and enjoy my engagement party without thinking of the past.” She scoffed, losing her cool visibly in front of everyone. “And if I don't?”