Bold Of You To Assume Novels & Stories

“Aren’t I telling the truth? Azul, even though you keep bragging about the Feather family and yourself while proclaiming how awesome and powerful you are, if things are really as you said, how could you be in your current state? To be honest, the first impression I have of you is… hmm, how should I say it? You’re like a braggart. Nine out of ten sentences you said are false, and you’re not credible at all,” David added.

“But it seemed unwise to let assumptions gather momentum without context.” A murmur rippled around the room, restrained but unmistakable. Yvane studied me for a long moment. “That implies you believe assumptions are already forming.” “I know they are,” I said. “Because silence always invites them.” Another councilor leaned forward, fingers steepled. “Confidence, Lady Lana, is not the same as authority.” “No,” I agreed. “But it often reveals who believes they’re entitled to define the truth.” Kael shifted subtly beside me. Not a warning—an acknowledgment.

"Take it yourself." ***

He boast ###########

I shook those thoughts from my head, focusing on my rage at his assumptions and prejudice. "Is it because I’m a rogue, Alpha?" I asked, using his title like a weapon, a reminder of his responsibility, "Is that why you won’t hear the full story? Is that why you assume I would attack a member of your pack at random?" I leaned in closer, only a fragment of air between us. He was taller, larger and stronger than I was, but I wasn’t intimidated in the slightest as I remember Annabelle rushing to my defence, and now she was going to be punished for it.

My motto in life was an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. When Julia saw Claude walk in with me in tow, she shot up immediately and pleaded, "Claude, my love, your sister's fine. I know I was out of line. Please forgive me." Her relatives looked at Claude with hopeful expressions too. "Forgive you? Sure." Claude smiled, though there was no warmth in his eyes. "I told you that Julia's boyfriend is reasonable. We're all family, after all. Why make such a fuss?" "Exactly! A man who's made it to the top wouldn't be so petty."

"Forgive me, as this is the worst circumstance, but you know that that's not what I mean." "I know nothing about you, don't assume," I responded coldly without as much as blinking twice. "Look. You're hurt, suck it up! I was hurt, too. Heck, it's even embarrassing that I still am when I think about you, you fucked up bitch! But you did all that you did, and you can't take it back!"

he countered, his tone teasing rather than defensive. “It’s not a question,” I insisted, leaning slightly toward him. “It’s an assumption. Am I right?” He studied me for a moment, as if carefully calculating his answer. Then he simply smiled enigmatically and took another sip of his wine. “Maybe,” he said. It wasn’t an answer. It was bait. “Maybe?” I repeated. “That’s basically a confession.” “Is it?” He turned fully toward me. “And what else are you assuming?”

What's that supposed to be? "You sashay across the world on Daddy's credit and sleep with whoever opens their legs. And then you turn up here and expect to be taken seriously. Why are you home, in the first place? Has Daddy already put cash into your checking account? "Daddy won't invest in my bank account until I find myself a wife, but that's not your problem. And you'd best stop assuming shit. You ever hear the saying, 'Assuming will only make an ass out of you and me?' And we wouldn't want that, now, would we?"

“You assume that your story will make me stay in Korendorr?” “I don't assume anything.” A smug smirk tugged at his lips. “I know it will make you stay.”