Novel & Cerita Fool Me Twice Shame On Me

The next morning, I woke around eight. Cold sheets greeted me. Ethan was gone. Only the faintest trace of his scent lingered. clinging to the pillow, my skin, my ribs. A whisper of last night. A reminder of everything I should have pushed away. Not once. Not twice. I didn’t just fall once. I fell again willingly, helplessly and the shame hit harder this time. Because a mistake made once can be forgiven. But twice? What did that make me?

even though in reality, no one is—yeah right, there is, and it's the shame I've brought upon myself. To be honest, I'm so stupid! I'm so stupid for trusting! I trusted someone who was ready to humiliate me in front of many people. Fck! Just fck! I trusted! I gave my all because I trusted and because I love him! But just fck! It's so fcking messed up! He fooled me! They all fooled me! And now, I am broken... I am in pain.. I am in my deepest sorrow. If only I knew, if only I knew that this would happen, then I wouldn't have trusted. Then I wouldn't be happy now! Then I would be happy now!

"Levine-" "I trusted you with my own damn life. That friendship that we had, 5 years ago if I'm not mistaken- it's gone. It's ashes now. It's nothing but dust. And I don't recall any fucking thing, reviving ashes. Because that's what they simply are- ashes. So that girl who loved you and trusted you- is no longer there. I don't believe in second chances, and you being my once old friend- should know that. I'd appreciate it if you stopped rekindling things- cause it'll never, ever be the same. There's many reasons why I don't give out second chances, let me name a few since I've got nothing else to do. Reason number one, is that they'll repeat the same mistake or they'll do something worse to

Troy’s mouth opened as she stood there, flashing him her boobs. “Alpha Troy?” The voice came from behind her and she quickly pulled the two ends of her shirt over her breasts. “We can reconvene again this afternoon,” Troy said and Reese turned her head and looked over her shoulder. She looked at the faces of twenty Japanese men on a large screen and she felt her ears burn. Holy shit! She’d just flashed Troy in the middle of an international business meeting. The screen darkened and Reese turned back to look at Troy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She’d only meant to make things right and he’d said he wanted a surprise boob flash. She was mortified!

Thank God. “You fucking bastard!”

I have ruined my own image with my two hands! How could I have been so dumb? Fuck!

AMANI Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. And I swear on my dead son, I will never allow another man to fool me more than once. It’s the next day and I’m currently staring at myself in the mirror at my apartment, wondering if the hollow-eyed, bushy haired woman staring back at me is really me. One thing is certain — I need to do away with her. Immediately. After I threatened to sue Bhyron’s ass yesterday, he rolled out from underneath the bed, helped me to my feet and walked out without saying a single word.

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

He probably doesn’t want to see me after saying all those words. All I felt was shame. This relationship is a daydream and a nightmare at the same time. Funny how this relationship turned out like this and I am accountable. Even if I wanted to explain things, doing that will do no good. It will just prolong the pain because the end of the tunnel is still the end of the road.

I shove my hands into my pockets, remaining silent as I watch her fall apart in front of me. 'She's lying, don't fall for her tricks!' I keep chanting in my head. You know the saying: Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. I refuse to let her fool me a second time. I will not wear the cloak of shame for anyone, especially from another Bishop. She raises her teary eyes to meet mine. “Take it back.” Her voice is strained, soft, and full of animosity. “No,” I state firmly. “What has been said, cannot be taken back. They will forever stick with you, no matter what I say from this point forward.” I state harshly.