Fool As Feelings Novelas e Histórias

I was a fool. “Val?” I flinched when his hand came in contact with my skin. “Don’t touch me.” I moved in my room’s direction, “Don’t touch me.” I just didn’t get it. So, all this time, I was the only one who felt something. All he did was play me like a fool and pretend to care. He had pretended and I fell for it, taking nothing into consideration. Why did I even assume he cared? What made me so stupid? I wasn’t like this. I wasn’t one to make such a mistake. What was wrong with me?

"She was planning to give up, guess she's not the patient type when it comes to love, at least she's not like me who was once a fool" "My heartbeat" "Shhhh" I smirk placing my pinky finger on his lips "At least I wasn't a fool for nothing, all those traumas and trials was what got us here and maybe sometime it's good to be a fool" I smile "Come here" He pulled me into his arms, hugging me sweetly

"We just got here!" "Then tell me, little fool." Fineon sighs. "I can’t read minds." Irritation flares as the words 'little' and 'fool' hit me. This was the second time now he referred to me as someone who was stupid, and I wasn't going to continue to allow it. "I'm neither little nor a fool." I growl, crossing my arms. "Nor am I an idiot." "Then what would you like me to call you?" Fineon asks, stepping closer.

I shook my head. “I don’t understand sarcasm. “So I do not accept apologies that are not sincere. “You are apologizing because you are afraid of Claire, not because you believe you were wrong.” Their faces went pale. They hurried back to their seats. After that, I stopped forcing myself to adjust to unspoken social rules. I stopped trying to guess what people really meant. Around me, people began saying exactly what they thought. One afternoon, Jack came to me with a failing physics paper. “Mason, am I actually stupid?”

"That's where you are mistaken. Trust is vulnerability. It blinds you to the world. Love makes you weak." "Love makes me human," I snapped, my heart pounding wildly. "Something you'll never understand." He nodded his head in pretended dismay. "So much idealism, Jeffery. However, we know the world doesn't repay emotions. It lays them waste." I fought the wave of horror building up inside me, loathing the truth of his words. "What do you want from me?" He smiled slowly, cold and calculating. "Your loyalty. Return to ATHENA—completely, without struggle—and I'll ensure Cassie is alone."

The shocked cry was swiftly drowned out by another voice that cracked through the room like thunder: “Hell no! Are you blind, you miserable wretch? How dare you insult Mr. Brooke! You must have a death wish!”

"Who the hell do you think you are, to question me?" Feeling that same despair now, I let out a bitter laugh. "I found out our marriage certificate was fake. Logan, do you know how hopeless I felt when I found out?" He started to explain, but Joann cut in, "You were going to divorce anyway. This just saved you the trouble. Logan simply didn't love you. He didn't do anything wrong." She knew me well. She knew how to choose words that pierced straight through, while sounding like kindness.

Tears welled in my eyes again as I held his bandaged hand. When he woke, he gently touched my cheek and wiped away my tears. "Silly girl…you asked me if it was worth it. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't trade my life for theirs. But if it's you…even if it costs me everything, it's worth it." That sentence struck straight into my heart. In that moment, all the bitterness and longing of two lifetimes melted away. Only then did I finally understand. Julian didn't not love me. He just loved me too deeply and foolishly.

” I said in a tiny voice. He sighed heavily like a mad dad. I squealed when he dragged me, falling into his legs. I wasn’t expecting that. I covered my mouth in shock and slapped his chest after. ”Elijah!” ”I don’t get you. People say I’m smart… intelligent. But why do I feel like a fool when it comes to you?” I felt his breath on my face. Something in his eyes speaks that my inner confidence had left me. My eyes went to my fingers and I played with it because I really don’t know how I am supposed to look at his eyes.

They never learn their lesson They always act so might be thinking that they are having a much more count of numbers compared to I who is alone They are such a fool I'm mumbled to myself as I feel like I am about feel like I am dealing with small little fool who doesn't even have the characteristic to be dealt with “If you don't act nice and continue doing things as this” I look at them and make sure that I am glaring real bad “Just like this stone” Giving all of my strength to pulverize the stone on my hand and knock it, hopefully it became ashes within a second I didn't even complete my sentence because I feel like if I said more words they will surely collapse and see me as a bad guy. I