I Mostly Blame Myself Dora Novels & Stories

“I’ve fulfilled my duty for eight years. I’m done.” Her eyes narrowed with disdain as she took a step closer. “You should treatDorian like your son. Endure his fits, care for him as if he’s your flesh and blood. If my daughter were alive, she’d have handled him better.” I gave a nonchalant shrug, the bitterness of the situation settling in. “Pity, your daughter is dead.” Without warning, Sara’s hand shot out, aiming for my cheek. But I caught her wrist effortlessly, my grip like iron.

I ran my hand through my hair. “I can feel her. It’s still there. The mate bond, so when he bit her it took, that’s all it took and now it’s done. I just need to help her see it’s a good thing, not a bad one, even after this fuck up.” I just looked at the ceiling, and walked over and sat down and put my head in my hands. Alora

Inside, I was writing everything down. The way Diana's eyes moved to Caroline when she said the word accommodating. The way Caroline's jaw tightened almost not noticeable in response. There was history there, it was old and unresolved. The way Ethan was looking at his hands instead of at me. The way his knee bounced once, twice, then stopped when he caught himself. He was uncomfortable. Not because his mother was being cruel. Because she was being obvious, and Ethan hated it. "Katrina Lancaster actually reached out to Ethan recently," Diana added, almost casually. "Did he mention that?"

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam

The plate of pancakes sat forgotten on the table as I buried my face in the pillow, feeling like a rejected outsider in this new pack. The pain was too much to bear, and my mind kept replaying Sarah's words over and over again, making me feel small and worthless. But through my tears, I realized that I couldn't let her get the best of me. I had to prove to myself and to the pack that I was more than just a human pet. "Why are you in tears?" Dorian's voice boomed behind me, causing me to jump in surprise. I turned around to face him, his face twisted with anger. My own face crumpled as I tried to hide my tears, but it was too late.

At that moment, Dora knew that once she left this place, returning would be almost impossible. Fiona brought over their things and handed some to Dora. “Mom, let’s go.” Her heart hurt too. But what could they do? They could not hold on to it. Tears slid down Dora’s face. She was furious with Evan, but she could not find him anywhere. “A sinner… I’m a sinner,” Dora murmured. “Don’t say that about yourself.” Hearing Dora blame herself, Fiona felt terrible too.

Dora immediately rushed to give him some water which he took “Thank you” he said, “Am sorry I put you through all this” Dora said with a sign “It isn't your fault, you told me to go with this plan but I insisted so it is my fault, I don't want you blaming yourself” Ryan told her but still Dora couldn't help feeling bad. “All this and we still didn't find out anything about my mother, I shouldn't have agreed with this” Dora said with Regret, only if she knew this was going to happen

He said, unbuckling the seatbelt. It was just an excuse. He didn't trust Katherine and Samantha. He locked his car. I breathed deeply, forcing down the rising emotions. It was hard to forget when someone hurts you and weren't certain I could do this. After sorting Samantha's problem, I needed to focus on my life, the curse. There must be a hidden motive, I hadn't tried to know why I was cursed. I should ask my parents. For as long as I remember, I didn't remember anyone cursing me. When did it happen? "Good afternoon, Drake." The maid greeted him and smiled at my side, "Welcome to Dawson mansion, Emma. "

“Show yourself immediately!" My pulse thrums in my ears, the only sign of life in my body that has suddenly turned to stone. Elira turns and our eyes immediately lock. "Dora?” There's no use hiding now. "You think I'm a monster?” I say stepping into the firelight. “Dora…it's not what you think." “Oh, but it's very much everything that I think it is. You think I'm a monster. You think I'm going to remember something and whatever it is, you're scared that it would turn me into an unrecognizable monster.”

“Ryker…” “I always blamed myself,” he whispered, the confession spilling out like a wound tearing open. “If I hadn’t cried that night, if I hadn’t needed her… maybe she would have lived. I carried that weight my whole life.” I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. “No. You were a child, Ryker. A child who needed his mother. That was never your fault.” Tears slid down his cheeks, and I kissed them away. “Afina,” I whispered again, my voice steady. “Then let our daughter carry her name. Not as a shadow of guilt, but as a light. Let Afina live again through her—strong, warm, remembered with love, not pain.”