I Pitied The Fool Novels & Stories

Perhaps, he did not intend to save me at all. He might had look at me with so much fun because I believed him with all my heart! Was he just kidding all those times? "Dang, I'm tired of all these shits." "Be patient, man, we will get our fair share once it's done." Tears started falling from my eyes. It was a silent weeping. He really fooled me well, and he succeeded! He succeeded in making a fool of me! Because I believed him even though I barely trusted anyone that was there.

The words reverberated behind me. After much effort, my tears finally came out and ran down my cheeks in hot stinging trails. They were no longer only for Willa. They were for me. Because I foolishly and naively thought Sloan might be different. that he could serve as a dependable mooring in this whirling mayhem. A fool. Complete utter fool. I was devastated…foolish. I feel so totally alone.

I explained, seeing his expression fall. "I'm sorry then. I apologize for allowing myself to fall in love with you. I'm sorry for believing you might love me. I'm sorry for seeking your friendship. I'm sorry for it all, and I assure you, I won't repeat that mistake," tears finally cascaded down his cheeks as he averted his gaze. "God, I'm such a fool. I should have realized you merely pitied me. I was just a penniless man who-" "No, that's not how I meant it," I sighed, attempting to approach him, but he held me back.

"Nana, this girl is so pitiful. Let's take her home." As soon as I heard those words, my consciousness suddenly returned to me. The familiar faces and scenes flooded back, and I immediately accepted the fact that I had been reborn. The girl was shivering from the cold. Her tattered clothes barely concealed the signs of abuse on her body. Standing before me was a boy with delicate features. A hint of sadness lay between his brows. His bright eyes were filled with sympathy and pity for the girl. His expensive branded clothes screamed "rich, naive young heir" from head to toe.

“That’s what fools are for. Do whatever you want with me. Beat me, and tomorrow, they’ll laugh that I earned it.” Ferdinand laughs at the absurdity of the fool’s words. “Beating you won’t change the fact that you laid those filthy hands on what’s mine. Off with his hands. Lash her.” He bellows to the guards, “What are you idiots waiting for?” The jester doesn’t relent. “If your Majesty wishes to punish the one who started the dance, then let it be me alone. A fool exists to entertain. She merely answered.” No one around here has ever stuck out their own neck to save me.

She groaned. "Don't you think I'd look nice if i got my nose reshaped"I teased. "Ew"She scowled. "I think I'd look hot with a more pointier nose"I teased. "Absolutely not.... you'd look like the fool you already are"She said and i chuckled. "Am i?"I smirked. "What?"She asked obliviously. "Am i a fool?"I asked. "Is that even a question,in fact,fool is an understatement for you, you're a moronic idiot"

I wasn’t just surprised by Noah’s reaction—I was shocked by my own. I had called him a fool once, maybe more than once, for being friends with the very man he loved. I’d scoffed at the idea of someone clinging to something they could never have. What kind of idiot does that? What kind of idiot watches from the sidelines, knowing they can’t touch what they want, and still stay there? I’d always seen him as pathetic, a fool who couldn’t see how hopeless it all was. But now… now the truth hits me like a freight train. I might be the bigger fool. No. Scratch that—I am the bigger fool.

“Understood.” And hung up. I slipped my phone back into my pocket. Every eye in the classroom was on me. I had endured those sneering looks for three years. I knew they were waiting for me to make a fool of myself. They thought I was putting on an act. After all, everyone believed I was the boy whose brain just did not work right. I did not understand indirect language. I could never tell when someone was being sarcastic. When I was little, Mom once said, “You love playing with water so much, why don’t you just live in the toilet?”

I barely said, trying to pull the boy away from me. “Sorry,” Fox muttered, only taking a step back from me. Well, this tomboy has wet eyes. - Did someone die? I joked. “Pip on your tongue,” Pasha heard behind him. A smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw him. - And how did your conscience allow this unbearable creature to be left unattended for three whole days? He smiled back at me. “Let someone he trusts watch this creature,” I chuckled. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you," said the Fox, almost crying. Well, isn't it a child? He pressed his fox ears to his head, lowered his tail. I felt that I messed up. “I just forgot that I'm not like you.

Death was never a thing for a jok But, the gates of Boldon needed men. Why their families in the highlands fought each other, she hadn't any idea. 'Foolish,' that's the only thing she always keep telling. Foolish why the world kept stumbling down. Foolish that there's so much more to be fighting for but the problems of pride and honor and things she could not understand. Foolish. Foolish. Foolis