Mi Culpa Book Novels & Stories

I explained as I smiled. “A few decades ago, Micah wrote a book in honors of our mother which had some occult practices and I think it was called ‘The enlightened.’” I said before I got up. “I need to go to the library.” I said as I got up as well as Azreal. “Thank you so much.” I said as I hugged Azreal who froze on my warm greeting. He hugged me back slowly before he relaxed his head on my shoulders. “You are welcome.” He said and I smiled.

"Although loving you isn't a mistake, there’s still a limit to how much pain my heart can take" …...................................... "Ow sorry, I didn't notice you," Miya said while she picks up the books that fell when she suddenly bumps into someone. That person also helps her pick up the books "No, it's okay I didn't also see you coming, so it's not entirely your fault. I was so into reading this novel that I forgot to be aware of my surroundings." The man said while raising the book he was reading.

Maya places her book in her hands. "Is your brother also having the same problem with this question?" "Yes. He's inside, trying to do it himself. Should I call him out?" "Yes, let me see him try to do it. Maybe he's a hidden genius and you're my baby." Mika tickles her and she laughs uncontrollably for a few seconds before jumping to go call her brother. With the few seconds she has, she looks through the notebook and she frowns with what she sees. "What is....?" She stops just as the duo come out of the room hall with Miles's book in his hands.

“Help him. Work. But don’t punish yourself for feeling. You’re not made of stone, Mili… and you don’t have to be.” Milagros ran a hand over her forehead. “Martu… he hasn’t failed once. Do you know what that feels like? Do you know what it’s like to see that someone can change… right when you promised yourself you would never trust again?” “Yes,” Martina answered with a half-smile. “I do. Because that happened to me with Elian.” Milagros looked at her brother-in-law, asleep in the chair, with scars that told more stories than a thousand words.

asked Milton when the old Fire Mage kept glaring at him. “Brother Milton,” Mariuk snarled. “The Arch-Mage told me to find some books for you.” He pointed at a stack of books on his desk. “Treat my books with love. They are very precious and rare. And if you lose one more book, boy, I am banning you for life from entering my library,” he warned Milton. Milton rubbed the back of his neck. He looked embarrassed. “It wasn’t my fault. I left the book on the table and went to look for another one. When I returned, the book wasn’t where I left it.”

Fuck that. “It was the Mexicans, and they are bombing loads of places. It wasn’t just us”, Kill says, and I curse under my breath as I put my shoes on. My white shirt is red because of the blood. Elliot walks to me and helps me to a wheelchair. I look at him, frowning. There’s no fucking way I am caught in shit like that. Fuck no.

I walked into the inner part of the book shop and excused myself after I belched. “This one is Six Thousand Naira”. “If you interrupt mw again, you won’t like what I’ll do to you…” The shopkeeper saw my countenance and left me alone, before going to fetch cellophane bag. He picked up the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records and bagged it, and waited patiently for me to pick another book. I soon picked The Family by Mario Puzo and Carol Gino. I was handing the novel to the shopkeeper, who was already with a calculator, when I saw it. It was a dark hardcover book, with pink and dark designs. I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands.

“If you think I'll let you, a mere servant girl, ruin my plans; then you've blind all these while. Good riddance to bad nonsense.” I was wrong to think that he was a good person. That Marianna was making a mountain out of a molehill, I was wrong about everything. I could feel my life slipping out gradually. Marianna was right to have run for her life, Javier is a devil. But then I've just made a bigger mistake, giving him their location. The men were able to track down Alceo to the house he lived, and I was just fortunate to be there at that time.

“Calm down. We know you don’t mean it the way they do. You’re just a bit inconsiderate of other people’s feelings, you know, because you don’t have any of your own.” It’s not nice being told unpleasant things about yourself. Especially when you recognise them as true. “No one expects you to change. Just don’t forget we love you.” How do you respond to that? How can you accept it when your whole existence has been built on a solid foundation of the exact opposite? Maurice’s head appeared over the dividing wall. “The book’s gone.” I stared up at him. “What book?” “The manual. I left it here, and now it’s gone.”

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!