I M Not That Kind Of Talent นิยาย & เรื่องราว

William says in a soothing tone. "I'm okay." I say truthfully. I didn't need to speak about what happened right now. "Why are you mad at us? Is it because we took a while to save you?" Grayson asks in a concerned tone. I scoff at his questions, I wasn't mad because of that. I just got upset when I said mine. Their not mine even though we went through so much, they still rejected me. I am still the useless human. They are probably going to choose Sarah to be the Luna. They want her not me.

Everything is different now. EACH AND EVERYTHING. I no longer believe I am the only one with a special talent. The fact that the Kingdom of the Eufrata was a magical place gradually engulfed me. In truth, I am one of those who belongs to the basic users. I am one of the weakests. All I have are my acute perceptions. That’s it, I can’t do what the folks in front of me can do. I haven’t even fully discovered my skills, and even more so I haven’t been able to control them adequately to use them more correctly. In this magnificent Palace with Elites in front of me, I'm a piece of trash.

“Besides, talent is developed, not only born.” I shrugged. “I don’t know. Before now, I have never considered being a professional writer.” He blew his breath. “You know? I’m jealous of you. You can have a dream as a writer. You also have a talent for that, but you don’t chase it. While I,” he was quiet for a while, then he sighed, “want so badly to be a designer, but I can’t go through the wall of fate.” “What if you design as a hobby? Like me?”

Not even one…yeah, I'm that bad. I don't think I've ever had friends. I have a first class degree as a wallflower and I never plan to change that. When it comes to making friends, I don't have the ability to do so. While they were sharing little social skills to other introverts in heaven, I must have been too busy queuing for dumbasses, an addiction to music, and this ability to say the most random stupid shit at the wrong time…insecurities too. Trust me when I say that those four things are the only talent I have and if an award was to be given for any of them, I will sure as hell win it.

How can I make money to be independent? I wonder what talents I have… I am flawless with tongue twisters. I can twist my jaw to get more food in my mouth. I can make my eyebrows dance. I can spin pens extremely fast. I am fluent in profanities. Errrh... I am a useless sack of potatoes. I have no boyfriend or a millionaire sugar daddy. Ethan is probably enjoying his Europe vacation and here I am stuck in the same room, just like the last year. My brother scored A1 grade in his finals and has so many academic certificates that G****e and Microsoft might knock on his door anytime to work for them.

"Go do your job. But later, after work... I'm gonna show you some of my real talents." I shuddered at the look in his eyes. There was no mistaking what he meant by "talents." I stepped down from the desk, my legs feeling like jelly. I tried to smoothen my dress and combed through my messy hair with my fingers, trying to look like a professional consultant again and not a woman who’d just been teased within an inch of her life.

Cathy would sometimes teach us how to dance. Oh girlfriend you doing it right. Venus exaggerated. You must actually do it for money you know! She added. Nop! this isn't something that I would do for a living. Atleast l can join Olympics because of running. But this it's a total no. I responded to her suggestion. Well am yet to discover more of you talents. Venus said. Daci actually can do anything if she put her focus on it. Mum interjected. Like Co.... Mum stop it! I didn't her to finish her sentence because l was aware of what she about to say. What else other than cooking?

Lena says. "Talent? The last time he sent one here, she couldn't sing, and the only thing that kept her here was her looks and big breasts, plus her family has money living in Hollywood." Charmaine let out a gruffly groan. "Her dream of becoming a star is down the garbage." "Relax, Char," The other woman walked towards us and grabbed my forearm. "This one has talent. So, don't scare her off." I wasn't insulted when Lena said this was referring to me, but it made Charmaine scowl and turn her heels, clicking them to the elevator, and once inside, she gave me an ominous glare as the two metal doors closed.

Being sexy is for popular, and being popular is not like me. I want to do something drastic. To make them all see the sex I possess. I want to dance. I danced when I was 10 to 13 years old. Then I got boobs and quit. The accident didn't help my dancing career either. It was good. It was great. I could have been a ballet legend. Ballet was my secret talent. Not even Brit knows of my gift. But dancing in a skin-tight outfit is not sexy. Not on me. Being sexy is not me. I am an ugly duckling among the swans. The swans are beautiful, and their wings spread toward heaven.

“Maybe it’s not your best quality, Marissa. Do you have a hobby?” I shake my head. “No. I just train boxing. I like to cook.” “You should explore more. You can’t try things out and then complain about not having a talent. Try out something new until the next time.” I roll my eyes, feeling like a scolded child. “Yeah, okay.” ***