La Culpa Es Mia Novels & Stories

Which meant she could be in trouble? What if he cancelled my scholarship or cancelled my admission? Fuck! She mentally cursed herself loudly. She shouldn't have shown guts to him! Fuck she was screwed!Her eyes were on table and she sat across Nancy but mentally she was somewhere else and completely absent minded. She didn't know if she should pray for herself or wait until he do something to her!

In the basement of the villa where Michael and Joshua fought one last time, they found Abigail, who was already dead after suffering unspeakable abuse. All I could say was that justice always caught up with those who deserved it. I saw Joshua one last time. He was imprisoned in an underground prison, looking utterly wretched. He stammered for a while, unable to form a full sentence. He kept staring at me hopefully, but he also shook his head in pain. "I finally get to see you, Olivia. Everything was my fault. I truly regret it all. Please forgive me. I beg you, please?" I didn't know how to react. Joshua was once a proud and ruthless criminal boss. Did he think that his current display of de

Miguel’s POV SLAM! My palm cracked across my body guard's face with enough force to spin him around. "You had one job! One damn job and you couldn't even kidnap the boy?!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the concrete walls of the safehouse. The guard hit his knees instantly, shaking uncontrollably as tears welled in his eyes. "I....am so sorry, Boss! We weren't expecting him to run straight through the heavy gunfire!" he sobbed out.

“Lena was my responsibility. You are my responsibility and so is Maya. I’m the one who has to apologize-” “No.” I grabbed his hand, realizing that we are all just victims here. We shouldn’t carry the burden put upon us by the mafia, or those men that Lena was working for. “It’s not your fault, either, Roman. If not for you, Maya and those girls will still be in the hands of the mafia.”

As she reached the second half of her recital, the way the words seemed to line up with my situation was almost uncanny. I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close... not even a little bit... not even at all. And that was the moment I finally had my answer. "Are you ok, Al?" Nate's concerned voice pulled me out of my thoughts, as I suddenly became aware that the tears were now streaming down my cheek rather uncontrollably.

Mia took a slow drag of the half-burnt cigarette, laughing hysterically as she saw the pictures of Antonio with her__ Layla. Her hands tightened in fury and the pictures crumpled under her palms. She knew exactly why he sent this. This was a reminder. A brutal, calculated reminder of her debt to the Moranos. Mia’s Past

he snapped. "I... I... Am sorry sir, Kim is my friend, they were all ganging up against her, I couldn't stand and watch, please forgive me sir," Claire stuttered shivering uncontrollably. "Your friend threw a first punch at the circle she couldn't fight off all by herself, foolishness at it's peak," he stated. "Now, get out before I change my mind." "Thank you sir," Claire squealed and quickly took to her heels. "And you, miss trouble."

The man puts his hand in his pocket, thinks, and says in a clear voice: “But isn't that the fault of another lady? It was she who tripped and caused you to fall. So it's not your fault." “It's not like that” – Mia shakes her head, her face full of disappointment – ​​“If I had been more careful, I wouldn't have run into her!” Although the girl speaks calmly, her inner self is soon disturbed. To stop herself from crying while talking to John, Mia asks his permission to go back to her room to check out Luna. Standing in front of the room door, Mia clutches her torn dress and her heartache doubles. She does not dare to enter the room for fear of Luna's anger, and she does not dare to face Lita b

Why did I let it get to this? "I will find him and make him pay for this" "It's your fault I'm like this. It's your fault" "I'm sorry" ******************************************

He nodded, and we continued in our silence. I called Mia to my quarters. She had not stopped crying since the incident. She feels it’s her fault. If she had not left Nora, maybe she would have known what was wrong. To make matters worse, “You don’t have to keep beating yourself up, Mia; we will find the person who did this.” I gave her a hug as she collapsed in my arms. **************************