I M Not That Kind Of Talent Novels & Stories

“I just wanted to tell you that I don’t wish harm on anyone, especially not you, Sarah. I want us to be able to get along.” She scoffed loudly at my words. “You aren’t as perfect as you think you are,” she shot back with an eye roll. Her words had taken me by surprise; I had never tried to paint myself as perfect. I do the best I can with what I have. I worked hard to have the talents and abilities that I have. I’m good at what I do, and I care for those around me, but I’m also flawed like everyone else.

"You're usually so tight and stuck up. I always felt like you needed some fun. Maybe the news was getting to you." Somehow, I'm grateful she kept pestering all these years. "I just didn't want to cause anyone any trouble," I mumble in such a low voice and throw my hands over my face. "It must be hard working with me. I'm sure you know," my face burns with shame. "About your education?" She chuckles. "Honey, you don't need the paper to validate your skills when you're a natural talent. Just because you didn't graduate doesn't mean you don't have the knowledge."

After all, if he did not give him a lesson, who would? "You are deluding yourself," she continued, her tone laced with disdain. "Your reckless ambition blinds you to the realities of this world. Talent alone is not enough to carve out a place in this cutthroat landscape. Do you really think it is easy to build and handle an information center? With our capabilities and arrogance, you are not worthy of keeping information."

“I worked in a bakery.” A few heads turned. She nodded once. “Talent doesn’t care about origin.” That was it. She moved on. I exhaled only when my lungs started to hurt. During the break, people gathered near my station. “You’re really good,” a guy said. “Like, naturally.” I shrugged awkwardly. “I just follow instructions.” “That’s a lie,” another girl said gently. “You feel it.” I smiled, small and unsure. They didn’t know what it took just to stand here.

"You have talent." I blink. That… that isn't what I expected. "But talent without discipline is useless." She places the page back down. "Do you know why I accepted you into this program?" I shake my head. "No." "I read your portfolio three times." My eyes widen. "Three?" "You have instinct." She looks directly at me. "Instinct cannot be taught." A knot forms in my throat. "Then why..." "Why what?" "Why does it feel like you don't like my work?"

no matter how much I'm trying not to spit my anger on her, she is provoking me, but I'll play cool . " ohh come on, dear, the techniques you are using on their bed... I mean they must be very much impressed by your sluttiness right??? " and she smirked.. now that's enough...she has already crossed her limits to be called as a civilian. " you know what, I don't know whoever are you but I think I need to remind the people like you that, here is the requirement of talent not of this shit about which you are talking!!! " She frowned and said.

I was shaking my head in anger as these girls said they want to be actresses but don't know Acting. I'm not too much over confident about my talent but I can do better then them. I was mumbling this when suddenly another make up artist nudged me. "what?" I asked her "sir is calling you," she said and I looked at Kiaan sir who is looking at me amused

“It’s not just that. I’m… I’m afraid I don’t have what it takes.” “I don’t believe that. I mean, I believe you might have your own personal demons on that topic, but I know you have what it takes.” “How?” He grinned. “Because I just read what you wrote, remember? I can recognize talent and hard work. It’s the difference between bands that play primarily in garages, and the ones that make it onto the club scene. Talent only takes you so far; beyond a certain point, you need hard work. Hard work will actually take you a lot farther than talent, but to soar, you need talent, too. You’ve got the talent, and from everything I’ve read of yours on the internet, I know you’ve put in the hard work. N

"You can fool others but you can't fool me." I clutched my hands into fists, still maintaining the forced smile—my muscles were starting to hurt but I was used to it. "What do you mean Director?" He sneered and roamed his eyes over my body before meeting my eyes. "You are hot, handsome, and have the body of a model but when it comes to talent you lack it. You can fool others by buying the main role but you can't fool me and I assure you, by the time this shooting is done, you will have some talent. Maybe, you won't use your money or body to become the main character."

I replied with a bright, slightly annoyed smile. “And what about the piano?” Ayden asked, his voice deep and velvety, making it all the more charming. “Yes, I play piano,” I said with a shrug. “What other talents do you have?” Fay asked, clear admiration in her voice. “I don’t know if they’re talents. I started young, practiced often, and now I know how to do a few things. That’s it,” I replied with another shrug. “If I had real talent, I’d be on stage as a celebrity. Not sitting on a sofa with a bunch of werewolves.”