I Mostly Blame Myself Dora Novels & Stories

As Lucian escorted me into the banquet hall, I could feel countless envious gazes falling upon us. Not long after, Chris arrived, and trailing behind him was Kaia. He walked up to us and addressed Lucian. "Apologies, Alpha Lucian. I'm late." As Lucian's Beta, Chris was expected to be by his side at all formal gatherings. "You shouldn't be apologizing to me," Lucian said coldly. "You should be apologizing to Fiora." Before Chris could say a word, Kaia stepped forward with a pitiful expression. "Fiora, I'm so sorry. It was all because of me. Please don't blame Chris."

Well, not entirely, but she had her own portion of blame. Her gaze flickered to me briefly, a bit of regret and guilt clouding it before she looked away. She disappeared into the small kitchen—more of a kitchenette, actually, than a real kitchen. "I know you're upset with Sara, ma'am, but..." "Don't start, Dora. You're not so innocent yourself, you know? Joining my stepfamily to frame me," I reminded her in a tight, detached tone. "Fair," she quietly said, lowering herself to the floor.

Or, did anyone force him to do so? “You should be grateful that I decided to help you realize that you did wrong.” I added, as a flash of temper lighted my eyes. “I thought that you might have learned your lesson but, it seems like I'm wrong. You're still the same old person I know, and you keep doing the bad things and blaming it on those things you take because you know quite well that no one is responsible for your misery but you. However, you're too scared to face that reality and that's why you think it's best to continue with the bad stuff.”

Dorothy cried harder. “I don’t know how I can ever forgive myself. Every time I see Stefan, I just feel so guilty. He almost lost his kids. His mother almost lost her child. I fought in court with Bianca over her son, and in the end, he almost died because of me,” she continued bitterly. “You’re making me sad, Dorothy,” Chole said, her own eyes tearing up. “I just want to get away for a while. I don’t know how I’m going to get over all this anytime soon,” Dorothy sniffled, wiping her tears.

I smile at her and she nods, walking out of the door. “I hate this” I mumble to myself as the Greens give me a concerned look. “Honey, are you okay?” Tara says and I nod, holding back some tears. “Kiss, what’s wrong?” Kylie says and I shake my head. “I hate being dependent on people, I hate how stupid I am and how I was acting. I hate the fact that I always blame other people when its actually my fault” I say, putting my head down.

I am not broken". Emma and I said at the same time. "AhaHhaaahaaa" that witch laughed and then said," If both of you aren't broken than who is the one which is broken. Is it me? Denying the reality doesn't change it but it'll make you feel better". Emma and I looked at each other and then again to that witch. She continued," One is trying to fight with none other than himself and the other is trying to fight her destiny. Oh, it's so interesting. But remember that the fight with your own self is the harder one. Tell me. Why are you both here?"

"It...w..was my fault she died...." I slammed my hand on the bed, and squeeze up the bed sheet close to my chest, Adrian and his mom looked at me pitifully, he tugged me into his arms firmly while I cried hysterically, I felt so comforted and secured for the first time in my life in his arms, while he inserted his hand into my blonde hair, " you don't have to blame yourself, it's not your fault" he replied, his face was so pale after hearing my story. After a few minutes, Mrs. Dora broke the silence and said in a calm tone,

“It wasn’t just about you. It was about Varya taking everything from me—my place, my future. She was always in my way.” I scowled at her, and a combination of both anger and pity swept over me. “You willingly sacrificed yourself to jealousy, to the point of losing your sense of morality, and all for what — to be close to me? Now you’ve done this and destroyed everything.” Dora cast her eyes down to the ground and her shoulders drooped as the reality of her sins set in on her. “I didn’t expect it to be like this. I thought I was handling things. I thought, you know, everything would be just fine. Nobody expected anyone to get hurt!

“I don’t understand.” But Dora wasn’t finished yet. She accused me of being selfish, of hoarding all three of my stepbrothers as mates while others had to make do with just one. Her words cut me to the core, each insult striking a blow to my already fragile sense of self. I was fighting back tears soon. At a point, I opened my mouth to protest, to defend myself against her accusations, but the words died on my lips as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

Dora mumbled, giggling. "I'm not here to convince you to come back to me, neither am I here to take you forcefully. I mean, what would I be doing with someone as miserable as you? I'm only here to tell you what you already know and whom you should blame for your ill fate," Dora chuckled. "Don't even think of trying to place the blame on any person. It's all your fault! First, you used me without my permission! Yet you stand in front of me to blame me? How pathetic can you be?"