Fool As Feelings Novels & Stories

I am going home tomorrow,’ she replied. ‘Oh! That is wonderful,’ said Aditi. ‘Thanks, guys. I feel better now.’ Sheffali said and then she got up to leave. ‘Bye, Sheffali,’ Vineet bid her as she was leaving. Words count, but feelings don’t. Feelings are sensations of mind, and words replica of one’s will. A ghost apprehends your self-belief and body reacts with shape. I guess everything goes well with Sheffali.

Aiden asks, his eyes full of disappointment. “Of course, I fucking care! Everything was perfect until I found out who she was. Fuck, I mean, I was catching feelings for her instantly,” I tell them. Calix snorts. “Catching feelings? You make love sound like the fucking flu,” he says sardonically. “Help… I’m… catching… feelings,” Aiden teases between fake coughs, making Jasper and Calix snigger. Fucking pricks. “Seriously dude, that’s one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard. You don’t catch feelings, it’s not a contagious virus,” says Calix rolling his eyes.

Why am I the one who ends up feeling like a fool? A sob bubbles up in my chest, and I slide to the floor against the tiled bathroom wall. I’m fucking stupid; no matter how I feel about him, he’ll never feel the same way about me. I need to speak with Valentine about this, maybe I’m able to reject this the same way a werewolf rejects their mate. “Katherine,” Gabriel’s voice, still sounding like honey, grates on my soul, and more tears slip down my cheeks. “Open the door.”

But Jake frowned when he heard the lyrics of the song. 'Fools fall in love in a hurry Fools give their hearts much too soon.' Dohana blushed too, she had lied when she said she liked the song. She merely agreed with everything Jake had said as butterflies controlled her actions. She was way to nervous. She wondered if Jake had really fallen for her. Perhaps it was the reason he frowned. The tune continued. 'Fools fall in love just like schoolgirls Blinded by rose colored dreams They build their castles on wishes

My throat ached with the words. “She has locked herself inside you,” Karen explained, her eyes kind but sad. “She’s hurt. But not dead. She needs time.” For a moment, a flicker of relief warmed me, but it was swallowed quickly by bitterness. A weak laugh escaped. “Then I really am a fool. Loving someone who doesn’t love me back… that was my mistake.” Karen reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. Her touch lingered with the care of a grandmother. “You are not a fool, Lola,” she said, her voice firm but kind. “You are young. And your heart is still learning.”

“Every lash you leave on her back is a mark your court will see tomorrow. Will that make them adore you?” And like that, the tears I’ve been keeping at bay come rushing forward. Ferdinand’s gaze narrows as he snarls. “I don’t need their adoration. I need their fear.” Oh fuck, this isn’t going anywhere. “I know, but think about it, Great One. Me? I’m a fool.” He spreads his arms. “That’s what fools are for. Do whatever you want with me. Beat me, and tomorrow, they’ll laugh that I earned it.”

"Micah had a rough day at the office. He was threatening to quit, and the project he's leading just started gaining traction. "Losing him right now would be a serious hit to the company. As his boss, calming him down and giving him a gift to smooth things over isn't exactly unreasonable, is it?" I looked at that familiar face, and for the first time, it looked like a stranger's. "Since when does calming someone down involve calling them 'babe'?" I kept my voice low. Audrey pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose, visibly irritated. "Evan, can you please stop making something out of nothing? He just graduated. He's young, proud, and sensitive. I said a couple of sweet things to keep him

“You’re one of them, aren’t you? One of us.” “Shut up. Shut up!” he shrieked, and clutched his head with both hands . . . a head which seemingly was changing shape now, like a deflating balloon. Katie fought to think, jammed there against the bottom of the fence like a bloodied rag doll on the ground. Her gaze darted from side to side. Upward, to the top of the chain-link fence above her.

“Your so-called love has turned men into whimpering fools. Shells of their former selves. I will never allow that to happen to me.” I am the one rolling my eyes now. “Love doesn’t have to do that. It can make people stronger, too.” “Please.” He gives me a flat look, full of disbelief. “People who say they want love are fools. All they really want is sex.” “Uh, that’s not true.” “So you are a fool then.” He’s so dismissive, it rankles my nerves. “No. Love doesn’t have to be sexual. It’s more of a feeling.” I don’t know why I care so much about proving him wrong on this, but I do. It feels vitally important somehow.

She stood up abruptly, towering over me, her eyes cold and sharp. “Don’t kid yourself. He’s just playing with you, and you’re falling right into his trap. It’s pathetic, really. Thinking you mean something to him. Thinking he loves you. You’re just a fool, blinded by your own emotions. And when you realise the truth, it’s going to hurt like hell.”