Foolish Age Novels & Stories

It’s been sitting inside me for a long time, waiting for the right moment and the right person to finally hear how foolish I’ve been. I let out a deep breath. “When I was younger, I liked a guy. His name was Theo.” Now that I’ve said it, I sit up a little straighter. It suddenly feels more serious than I expected. “And when I say younger,” I add quickly, “I mean really young. Like… ten years old.” Mae gives a small nod, calm and attentive. “I’m not trying to justify anything,” I continue. “I just need you to understand how young I was. I’m not proud of some of the things I’ve done, but I don’t think I’m that kind of stupid anymore. At least, I hope not.”

May 17th Age: 19 Life is bullshit. That sappy happily ever after bullshit isn't real. I refuse to believe that that shit actually exists. That shit was only made up by people that already had happy lives to begin with. Us broken and forgotten ones don't get a happy ending. We are a disappointment and remain as such till the very end. July 18th Age: 20

I said, "Felicia, I bet you have the perfect family and a happy life. You have money, and you are loved. "But I grew up as an orphan and have had a hard life. A little kindness goes a long way, and unless you want your future kids to think of you as a bully, I suggest you stop bothering and picking on me."

The eldest son called the police to have his father arrested. "Damn, they totally ruined this mansion," Marvin commented. "You're right, dude. I mean, this is one of the oldest mansions in town. It withstood almost every historical event that happened in the city." Fred responded. "Another victim of the scent of death," Marvin exclaimed. "You know, this man? I think he deserved what he got, man. I mean, this brothel pimps young girls. Their teenagers, bro, barely thirteen years old." Marvin looked at the girls standing by their door. They looked matured because of the makeup they wore, but their body still looked their age. Makeups or any cosmetics that they put in their body cannot hide the

Fooled, yes life fooled me, my youth destroyed me, my name is Kiné Diop and I'm the laughing stock of the whole neighborhood, I don't leave my house anymore, I'm locked in my room all the time curled up on myself. My life looks like an empty carcass, the idea of ​​​​suicide sometimes touches my mind but I think of the being who lives in my belly, and yes I am two months pregnant but for the moment nobody does it

She can't feel what spirit rank they are right now, it seems like her Seniors are skilled. The three of them sat down and faced each other. “I am 19 years old,” Soheila answered with a smile. Fiona covered her mouth with amusement. “Really? I can't feel your rank, right now. I thought you would be 25 years old since you are this skilled.” Soheila laughed. Her mental age is probably 30 plus, right now. Well, they don't know that and they don't have to know. “So, what are your skills?" Jun Lee asked.

A towering man, nearly two meters tall and built like a fortress of muscle, stepped into the room against the light. The moment Nathan saw him, his eyes lit up with glee. He hurried forward with an obsequious grin plastered on his face. “Mr. Morgan Williamson? Are you Mr. Williamson? Fantastic! “There’s a shameless fraud here pretending to be Mr. Brooke. Please, teach him a lesson—show him what happens to impostors! “Beat him to death for all I care. He has no parents and no background. He’s just a stray, despised by everyone.”

He teased, chuckling a bit. “I’m the assisting celebrant. Did that elude you?” “Hahaha! Okay, okay, you win. What do you have for the old man?” “Old man? Come on, you’re not even forty yet.” “May, anything older than twenty-five is already considered old age by me. Oh, I forgot, I’m the old one here. As for you, you’re still basking in the joy of youthfulness.” The conversation was getting longer than planned and Marilyn was already shooting me a funny look, but that only made me let out a loud laugh.

he said, but something told me the meaning was deeper than he let on. “So you’re casually calling me stupid, I’m wounded,” I said dramatically. “It’s not stupidity, it’s just your habit of putting heart over mind.” “You’re here too, does that make us both fools?” “Yes, it does. Fools for love.” “Then I don’t mind being one.” ~

I said under my breath, before I walked out of my office, in an attempt to locate the old fool who was so eager to save his life. I was pissed off enough, but his appearance made it worse. In my current state, I knew I was going to make him leave the company with regret. I would make him wish he never came! I made my way to the boardroom, and upon standing in front of the door, I kicked it open, causing the door to open with a loud thud. I halted upon entering the room and saw the fools who had gathered for the board meeting the old fool had organized. “What are you doing here?”. The old fool asked me and looked displeased. His face was pale enough, making him look like he was about to give