Fool Me Twice Can't Get Fooled Again Novels & Stories

I furrowed my brow. "Reveal Krimeya," I whispered sweetly to the glass. Still nothing. "Reveal Krimeya," I urged the object. More nothing. I repeated the useless half-spell over and over, until tears crept into my eyes and my voice cracked into a sob. I couldn't remember the spell from the book. The whole endeavour was hopeless.

It’s never been tested on humans. I did not hesitate. [All you need to know is that I consent. You said that if I agreed, you’d fulfill one wish of mine. I want you to fake my death. Make it look like an accident.] This time, it took a long while before a message came back. [Deal.]

Less real than the thoughts circling in my head like predators. "Have you ever felt like you were living through something twice?" The words came out before I could stop them. Felix blinked. "Sir?" "Have you ever known what was going to happen before it happened?" "Um..." He shifted his weight. "Not literally, but sometimes I'll watch a movie and then feel like I've seen it before, so—" "No. I mean knowing. Certainty. Like you're watching everyone else move through a script you've already memorized."

"No need. I can get in myself." Humiliated, Logan grabbed my wrist. "Don't you dare push your luck! What's with this fake coy act? You climbed into my bed just so you could marry me! Now that I've worn you out, you want to play the virtuous lady?" I yanked my hand back and fixed him with a cold glare. "Logan, does slandering others make you that happy? I must have been blind to have ever fallen for you. But that doesn't mean I'm still blind and foolish now."

Realizing I’d discovered her secret, that she was barren, her fake act dropped. “What are you doing here?” she spat. “You must be thrilled seeing me like this, aren’t you?” I said nothing. She took my silence as agreement and let out a bitter laugh. “Hahaha! You idiot. You think you’ve beaten me, but it doesn’t matter. Your good days are numbered!” I raised my phone and showed her the screen. “Maybe. But yours are already over.” I pulled up the screenshot of Susan throwing out her belongings and smirked.

I might want to fuck you too. I blinked at the response, confused for a moment. Was this another one of her stupid jokes? I thought it was until I saw another text drop. You down? Confused, I flicked my gaze to the profile picture at the top of the chat box. “Fuck me.” My hand flew to my mouth and I bolted from the couch. My drunk ass didn't text that picture to my best friend’s DM. This was a complete stranger’s chat box. The same one I took a screenshot of his picture.

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A great man once said, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." He should have added an "aw, fuck it" on the end? That's the part I can't get right. "Fuck it, and fuck you," I say it, and I think it, and I never believe it. You got me. Damn you, Raven, you got me. The goddamn woman just blew a fucking hole right through the entrance on the far east side of the property.

“Last time I checked, you don’t do impulsive things. So cut the act, Raymond. Let’s just pretend none of this happened.” He frowned. “You really meant what you said at the party? You’re taking this too far over one small mistake.” I closed my eyes. No. This guy didn’t just say that. Let's be real, when it comes to using this phrase “a fool for love” I think they might be describing all the stupid things I've done just for Raymond. Done is even an understatement— sacrificed and overlooked because I keep making excuses for the jerk and he had the gut to just guilt-trip me?

Why do I always make a fool of myself? Oh me!! Screw me!!