Blissfully Ignorant Novels & Stories

And she doesn't have any idea why,so she frowned at her. "What is wrong with you Mary?" "What's wrong? You're not even excited to see the most eligible billionaire in New York?" Her friend said with another shriek. Amanda just shook her head in frustration. She doesn't have the luxury of meeting one,and even if she did, she's not interested. The chef is done with her order already so she picked up the tray and is ready to go out. Still shaking her head when she heard Mary commenting on how lucky she is. To which,all the people inside the kitchen agreed on the affirmative.

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.

A livestream and an empty shell company? My calmness came not just from confidence, but from knowing James's fundamental character flaws. He believed he inherited the family's business acumen, but he had rarely shown any practical ability. He greatly overestimated his own charm and underestimated how cold and cruel reality could be.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

Lucian Moretti – POV The scent of her was in my study long after she had gone. Not jasmine and vanilla, but the sharp, clean odor of the clay, and something else underneath—the electric tang of a mind working, of defiance simmering just beneath a placid surface. She was changing the very atmosphere of my sanctum. I stared at the clay map, her map. The lines were sure, the symbols clear. A blind girl had built a world from a memory of touch. And her deduction about the lily, the Alps… it was brilliant. It felt true.

"What are you doing? Are you okay?" "I' m fine, dear. Better than fine actually. I' ve been waiting for this moment for quite some time. " "I don 't understand. " "Of course you don 't. That' s what made you so useful. So wonderfully, perfectly blind. In every sense of the word. " Derrick made a strangled sound. "No. No, you ' re not, you can 't be. " "Can 't be what, darling boy? Your mother? But I am. I'

“It's not my fault that Blessing doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut.” “Joy, please. I'm begging you in the name of God. Just ignore her. If she says anything, simply ignore her.” “That'll only give her the liver (audacity) to say nonsense.” “Joy.” Rolling her eyes, she succumbs, albeit reluctantly. “Yeah. Yeah. I've heard. Ah.” She stands up and leaves the room. ... Words/phrases and their meaning: * Liver: audacity

During all the inner turmoil, I gave up on knowing my identity, didn’t I? Maybe, that was a mistake. “ Everything about you. ” Izer’s hand slipped away from my nape and returned to his side. “ What is this everything about me that you all know and I don’t? ” My heart skipped a beat. “ Ignorance is bliss for you. Not knowing anything will ensure your survival, Darling. Stick to the act of being pathetic and it will allow you to live a peaceful life. ” He ran his fingers through his hair. “ What if I don’t want a peaceful life? ” I sneered, turning in my seat to face him completely.

Control thoughts, make them believe what you want. Who ever said ignorance was bliss, was absolutely sure of what they were saying. Because reading this in no way gave me the satisfaction I wanted. Rather, it made my skin crawl and my mind go in every possible direction to put a meaning to the situation. I was going to read further when a knock on the door broke my concentration. I quickly hid the book under the mattress before hearing the knock again. Getting up, I rushed to the door, making me slightly breathless and worked up. "Why was the door locked?" Seriously? This grumpy man came all the way here to ask that, to me? And what is it to him if my door was locked or not? The last time I

This town was one of the few places where such a mixture existed. A center hub. A crossing point between the human world and the hidden paths of supernatural beings. Most humans here lived their lives blissfully unaware of the predators walking beside them. They laughed, shopped and even argued over prices. Totally ignorant of the danger that sometimes walked quietly among them. I suppose ignorance truly was a form of bliss. A peaceful life built upon the comfort of not knowing the darkness that lurked nearby. such ordinary life was underrated but worth more than gold. After witnessing and experiencing the Vicissitude of life such ordinary life was another kind of luxury.