Romans & histoires I M Not That Kind Of Talent

I have eyes. I’m turning nineteen soon, and apart from my height, I’m well-developed. My blessed chest, small waist, round hips, and pretty face—I know I could pass as an actress if only I knew how to act. But the problem is, I have no talent, and on top of that, I’m incredibly shy. But none of that matters to Salvatore because there’s someone better than me, and she’s a senator's daughter. Who am I to think he’d spend his time and attention on me?

When he did it to me, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious because it was too similar to gazing in the mirror. "It just doesn't have to be a hobby," he stated once more. You possess a great deal of inborn talent. I'd like to think it came from me, but you are far better than I am, despite the fact that I have a PhD in art and you haven't had any official training at all." "I'd like to think it originated from me, but you are far better than I."

“And I was not included.” I stood out of politeness, smoothing my skirt. “Only because you didn’t display the proper talent.” He placed one hand dramatically over his chest. “Wounded before lunch. Anita warned me business was brutal, but this feels personal.” I laughed and walked around the desk, partly because I had been sitting too long and partly because talking to Luke from behind a desk felt oddly formal. “I’m sorry, but standards are standards.” He stood facing me, still smiling. “And what are the proper talents?”

"I don't know if I have any talent worthy enough. Don't get me wrong, there are many things I can do. I'm a man of many many talents. It's just that they're all hidden so I need help knowing what they are" Ludiciel "...." This sounded like utter nonsense. This prince must possess none!

Don't whine, take this opportunity to show your talent and get rid of the label of relying on money. Kristen Oliver was embarrassed to stick out her tongue when her brother pointed this out.

Then I leaned slightly closer to her. My voice was quiet. But every word was sharp. “You talk a lot for someone who survives on other people’s attention.” Her smile faltered. I continued. “Here’s the difference between us, Helena.” My eyes locked onto hers. “You need an audience to feel important.” I straightened slightly. “I don’t.” Her face paled. “And one more thing.” My voice dropped colder. “If talent were measured by noise, you’d be a genius.” A tear gathered in the corner of her eye before she could stop it.

Knowing my superpower, I couldn't help thinking about what she might be considering, but dismissed it. Silly of me. I was selling myself short. I'm not an ugly guy, but I'm no movie star either; I have a good body, no extra fat, some muscle in the right places, but no one would hire me as a male model. People have said there's something about me that's exciting. I don't know. Sometimes I thinks it's a weird kind of ESP; sometimes I think it's just luck. Who can say? But I do know that, whatever it is, I've learned to take advantage of it. Maybe others have the same superpower but haven't learned how to be sensitive to it and use it. Maybe I should give seminars. What an idea!

"Nah, I ain't royal or anything. It's just my family name. Well, my dad did tell me the name had some history, you know, ancient things." Eden's expression turned interested, his piercing blue eyes narrowing slightly. "Oh, okay. And do you have any talents? Special talents?" He asked, stressing the adjective 'special'. I shook my head, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Special talents? I don't think I have regular talents, never mind special talents," I said, almost laughing at my own lack of talents. Eden's smile was encouraging. "And you, do you have any special talents?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

Ivy trusted Mike when she saw the confident look on his face. Feeling slightly shy, he asked, "Aren't you worried that I'm lying?" "Of course, not. I just think you are really talented, in a different way than Dad and Hayden," she said. "Are there different types of talents?" he asked before coming to a realization. "You are saying that I'm streetsmart, aren't you?" Ivy chuckled. "Not really. It's not like we are doing something bad." "You are right, actually. I'm not like your dad, and I like learning weird skills..."

I'm not the only one who's being cautious, after all. Who even says I know a lot about her? From her single movie that I watched halfway, I know this actress is not so talented. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of more talented talents out there. If not for her powerful family ties, she won't be flaunting her plastic face all around me right now. To think she believes I know so much about her. Tsk! What a joke!