Novel & Cerita Fooled Me Twice

Instead, I crawled to my straw bed near the grimy iron bars, burying my head in my makeshift pillow, unable to halt the flow of tears. The memory of the burning envelope haunted me, a cruel reminder of my lost opportunity to discover the truth about my parents, my past slipping away like smoke. "Aurora, are you alright?" a familiar voice inquired, accompanied by a comforting hand on my back. I brushed off the hand, not bothering to see who it belonged to, and squeezed my eyes shut. *** A lash of a whip struck my back, jolting me awake. The pain coursed through me, and I groaned, struggling to open my eyes. My dream had been of a twin. He looked like me, chestnut brown hair and all.

Her words seemed full of care and concern for me, but the hair on my arms stood on end. In my first life, after drinking the chicken soup Jessica made for me, I blacked out. I didn't hear the station alarm going off. In the end, I was labeled the one responsible for the fire, while Stanley Porter became the hero who put it out. The second time around, to avoid repeating the same mistake, I not only gave up on the fire captain position but also deliberately left work early to go home. Yet, after drinking the chicken soup Jessica had made, I fell into a deep sleep again.

I chuckled, they were both fools ***

By those soft gasps and moans she uttered when I fucked her all night. She was all I saw whenever I closed my eyes, ever since we had that mind-blowing fling which had left a lasting impression on my busy mind and soul. I had felt bad when I woke up the next morning and she had snuck away. Maybe that was the first sign the universe gave us. My stupid mind had chosen to believe that it was fate at work, when we ended up meeting at work again. I didn't think fates were supposed to be so cruel.

I needed to make sure he believed me, but something felt… wrong. I clenched my fists. No. I wouldn't lose him now. I had done too much, sacrificed too much to let Adeline take him away from me again. I had stolen him once before, and I would do it again. 12 Years Ago…….. I still remember that day like it was yesterday, the day that changed everything. It was supposed to be a simple afternoon. Blake, Adeline, and I had been playing together near the woods, but then Blake, being the reckless boy he was, decided to climb a tree. He was always trying to prove himself, always taking risks.

What if I was first this time? I don’t want to possess him. I’m not here to rewrite a love triangle. I just… don’t want him to end up broken again. And if I have to be the distraction that keeps him from drowning, so be it. I draw a line under my first list and start a second. Plan (Now With Extra Existential Panic): 1)Use knowledge of market crash to make subtle investments. Or short something. Or—God, I need to G****e this. 2)Slowly distance myself from the Carringtons before they cut me off. Makes me look independent. Maybe mysterious. Definitely less pathetic.

“You didn’t fail. You were fooled. Big difference.” Damian didn’t respond, but after Max left, the weight on his chest felt just a little lighter.

You turned me into an animal. If you only did not cheat on me! But as they say that this is a test, one more experience that I need to go through in order to make myself complete. The fucked up thing is that I had to go through it twice, but then again, the second time, I did bring it upon myself. So should I really blame him? Fuck that, he cheated. There is no excuse for that.

“Like it or not, for the time being, you’re stuck with me.” “And after?” I demand. “You’re going to go through all of this, pretending to be doing all of this for me when, in the end, you’re just going to turn around and take my baby away!” If he thought I was going to fall for his bullshit, he had another thing coming. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. I was burned enough, and there was no way I was going to let it happen again. “Do us both a favor and just forget that I and our child exist.”

I felt like some one who had been fooled , who was fooled and now being laughed at. Now that I have shown him how affected by him , I really am he is able to have a fat laugh at how he just started me up and then dropped me. After a while , I wake up from the floor and wipe my face free from tears. I walk to my room but hear some voices from his room again – however this time , this time I do not stop to listen. I just enter my room and fall on my bed , not caring about the care abyss no more. I feel this deep aching inside of me - but it does not ache because I am hurt ; it aches because I let him make me a fool. I let him touch me and make me feel some thing , even though I knew deep down