I Mostly Blame Myself Dora Novels & Stories

Alexander Pov I started walking with a huge pain in My Heart into the Jungle. Even though The Mysterious Event has kept me in thoughts, still the thought of Darcy and how badly I was betrayed ia Killing me. Like any other Victim, I too don't want to think about Things that gives me but I Am not able to Control My Thoughts. It is as if My Mind is not even in My Control. There is something that is craving to Kill Darcy. Recently the craving has increased to an another level. Don't know why I don't feel Good. I feel Restless and something in me is asking me to go in search of Susparia. That One girl who was in extreme Pain and was troubled. I kept receiving same Kind of hints asking me to go to

I can imagine her wearing a red sweater and waiting for her gifts every Christmas morning. “Mrs. Wright?” I call out when I don’t recall to ring the doorbell. Hesitantly, I step cautiously to the hallway with an eggshell white-colored wall. I stop to a halt when I hear Dad’s voice. Of course, he’s here. “She deserves to know, Issa. Stop blaming yourself, it’s all my fault anyway. I know this is going to happen,” he sounds worried.

TORI'S POV _________________________________________ I can't believe what I just put myself into. Why didn't I say no? I mean, there's so much going on in my life now. There's no time for a man. Oh Dahlia! Are you tryna blame Dahlia for accepting to go with Zach? Don't act so innocent. You know you like Zach. No I don't. Its high time I block my inner girl. She keeps sending out the wrong information. I mean who likes their boss that they just met barely four days ago. Its not even been a week.

*Flashback* The night I let Clara walk after she found out about the accident, was the night , the feeling of regret hit me so badly I felt like dirt ...First of all she could have packed all her stuff and left... But she packed her overnight duffle, she could have called it quits at the restaurant but she didn't , and knowing her she was going to tell me to stop beating myself up and that we will get through this together... She didn't she just walked and I made it easier by telling her she can walk out . Thirdly she shot me a look of betrayal before she shut the door, meaning that she knew something but she wasn't willing to open up until I trusted her enough to tell her what was going on

"Life is unfair, Lydia. We chose what we make of it and you decided to blame me for your shortcomings instead of taking responsibility. That's on you not me and I won't ever apologize for being good at my job." I might have as well been speaking to a wall because it seemed my words were bouncing off her and she only got angrier. “Look what I’m saying,” she said. “Still acting righteous even after I’ve told you what you’ve done to me.” “I haven’t done anything to you, Lydia. If anything you did this to yourself when you tried to tarnish my image. You’re an adult so you should be able to deal with the consequences of your actions.” “Is that why you tried to sabotage the only connection I have

she accused her filled with resentment in her heart. As soon as Dhalia entered her room, she immediately buried her face in the pillow. She cried her heart out. Dahlia couldn’t just forgive how her mother neglected her. Not now. Not ever. Because of her mother condoning what his brother’s were doing to her . . . she just lost her father. He had a heart attack upon learning that her brothers were raping her. And she could blame no one but her mother. She will never forgive her. EDMUNDO was finally transferred to Manila a month later as expected.

"I don't think I would welcome any further interuptions from you, shut the fuck up or clamp your mouth with your fingers!" "Second of all, I will say I am a little bit hurt and disappointed that you don't trust me and think lowly of my capability. I am not running from any relationship. That bacteria. It's not a flesh-eating one Beta Edwards will be fine the next 2 days. "What if that girl is right?"

“Why did it fucking have to be ME, my own father? It’s always me! Hurt, abandoned, never picked. Why me? Why did the freak have to kill my own father? Why? Why? Am I that unfortunate? Why is every single good thing never in my favor? Why do I have to be sad, traumatized, and tortured all my life? The Reaper… I owe him the same favor, don’t you think? An eye for an eye, tooth for tooth. If I don’t kill The Reaper, I will never forgive myself for letting him go.” “Do you think I can get to him?” Dora asks in panic, dragging her feet forward. “Do you think I can kill him?” she stumbles the final steps, her thrashing abruptly halting as her bruised, sightless face comes within inches of mine. He

“It's not your fault, you know.” I chuckle sardonically. Everyone keeps saying that to me — I also keep telling Annie the same thing — yet I can't help but blame myself. I saw this coming and did nothing. “Dora.” He turns my head his way, his hand gentle on my chin. “It's not your fault.” “I had a feeling this would happen. Yet I ignored it. I did nothing about it.” “Look at me,” — he holds my face in both hands, staring into my eyes — “You didn't cause your flatmate's death. She chose that boy on her own. I know you tried to help in your own way, but there was never really anything you could have done.”

, Dora asked Yanis as she looked at the IV " Of course" Yanis sigh. "I hope no one is causing you any trouble?", he asked. " No one. Why do you ask?", Dora asked him. "Nothing. I'm just worried that my mom will cause trouble for you" Dora smiled "Put your mind at rest and don't worry about me", She said. Yanis pulled Dora into his arms. " I'm sorry that it is my own mother that is giving you problem. I'm quite embarrassed", he said