I Mostly Blame Myself Dora Novels & Stories

NIKOLAS "You aren't serious." Doria scoffed. "You are really shoving me out of your life for some lowlife prostitute you fucked years ago?" My ears ringed at her assertion. She thought she was better. Oh, Doria had it easy. Every passing second stayed close listening to her spew bullshit made an inferno invite within with me. I had blamed Doria for being rash but heaven knew what I would do if I lost my temper. I pushed past her, returning to the living room only to see my mom prepared to face me with a scowl. Doria had succeeded in pulling her to the dark side. Ignoring the daggers she shot at me, I proceeded to spill the information I had.

Stanley let out an angry sigh. Fuck! He never felt so frustrated before but he fucking blame himself for not properly thinking things through. In his heart, he didn’t really plan to save him for he don’t have any reason to. But, damn! Even if he had wavered a bit and thought in such a negative way, the fact that he still save him cannot be denied!

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

"Of course, I believe you. I just wanted to make sure that you had told me everything that happened and that you felt safe here. The cream should have started working. If you feel any better then we can go out and get something to eat. You must be starving?" "I am quite hungry. I just want to go and get changed then we can leave." The moment she was out of the room Dora came closer asking me what the hell just happened. Deciding it might not be safe to speak out loud I signed to Dora that I have no idea what the problem is and why it did not work because the dosage was more than enough to make her talk. I did not know what was going on here and who to blame but I was hoping us being in a new

I complained "Do you know where's the 711 unit?" I said while mimicking his voice. "The heck Dad! There's a huge number every door. She might think that we are illiterate " "yeah, and it's your fault!" He blamed me. "And how is it my fault?" I asked "Tsk! I don't have time to think! Because if I hadn't spoken, you might have hit the woman!" He exclaimed that made my jaw dropped. "Is that how you think of me Dad?" I asked shockingly

What exactly were you trying to do? Sharon burst into tears and suddenly pointed at Mom. "It's not my fault! She told me to do it! "I'm just a small-time nurse from an outside clinic. I didn't know she had severe anemia! But her mother clearly knew about her condition and still told me to keep drawing blood!" Mom's whole body trembled as she struggled to breathe. Then it suddenly hit her. Everything Sharon had said before had been a lie. Because by then, I was already dead.

“Four years of not seeing me, and now, you’re telling me I cannot touch you, and you’re kicking me out because of some girl named Dora who cannot handle your best friend touching you.” “Blair!” Sara, her mother snaps, marching to her daughter. “How could you say such a thing?” she hissed, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away. “My apologies, Damien. We will take our leave now.” Just as they walked away, Blair turned and glared at me again. This time around, I could sense something dangerous, not just vindictive, in her gaze. The same icy chill fills me with a shudder as soon as the elevator doors shut.

"No! I won't let you die! I'll beg the doctors! There has to be a way!" Nina didn't look at her. Her eyes were empty. "Why me? Mom... did I do something bad?" Mom broke down. "No! No, this is my fault! I failed you! God, take me, not her! Please, let my daughter live!" I stood by the door. Tears ran into my mouth. Salty and bitter. I kept thinking about it and thinking about it and my chest hurt. *** It was really late. I climbed out of bed real quiet.

9 I took hold of her hand to stop her from hurting her head, but she struggled and refused to look at me. "Damn it. Irene, look at me!" I said in frustration. She closed her eyes, shaking her head. "I know what you're going to say! Don't you dare say it wasn't my fault!" she said with a heartbroken expression, finally opening her dark browns to meet my eyes, "if something like this were to happen to Lydia, you know you would blame yourself for it, too." I snapped my mouth shut because she was right. Damn it, why did she have to be so smart. She was right, I wouldn't have forgiven myself if something like this had happened to Lydia, but it still didn't mean that it was the truth.

We'll talk about it again. That blonde kept shouting that she was going to remodel this house as if it were hers... Even though it would be hers if she bought it. Sadly realized the young woman... Rose hated her and wanted to shout at her that this was her house and that she could not transform it as she wanted... Without even asking her opinion... She would probably be taken for a crazy person... And that's the impression she would give if she ever acted like that...