Ignorance Bliss Novelas e Histórias

They do say ignorance is bliss. "signora," called it. "She has never allowed herself to break in front of other people. Not just other people, but strangers and possibly her next victims. But today..." his voice trailed on a last sentence, his tone darkening around the edges. "I guess she saw the girl and instantly thought of Gia." I drawled grimacing as the whiskey settled in a pool of cava in my stomach and intensified the heat... The sight had been utterly galling. I don't remember being that revolted and shrouded by millions of emotions as I was today. And I seriously wondered if some people looked in the mirror and loved what glared back at them. Or maybe they are already dead on the in

"Kept underground. Over time, their bodies and minds start to decay. The longer they stay, the more they fade away." I felt my chest tighten, my stomach twisting. "He's insane," I muttered without thinking. Cora glanced at me and actually smiled, but there was nothing light or happy in it. "Yeah," she said. "You're lucky, Elara." I frowned. "Lucky?" "He's not interested in you," she said naturally. "Otherwise, you'd already be one of them." Headlights finally cut through the darkness. Cora's friend arrived in a beat-up SUV to take us home.

Would you expect something in return for that? Back then, I didn't understand the concept that "all the gifts fate bestows come with a hidden price tag." I believed my charm was limitless and could make even those in power bow to me. I never really questioned why someone so high up would willingly indulge me. At least, that's what I believed back then. I naturally accepted his help and often allowed him to be part of my life. Our connection was a blend of destiny and choice, a mixture that's not easy to put into words.

And right now, he owned me. The thought should have chilled me. Instead, it sparked a new, grim determination. Rose was a enemy I could understand. Her motivations were simple: jealousy and possession. She was a tangible threat within these walls, one I could learn to navigate. She thought my blindness was a weakness she could exploit. She didn't understand it was the reason I could hear the lies in her voice so clearly.

Just the faint scent of incense lingering in the air and the soft tick of the old clock in the vestry. “I am not blaming you, Angela,” I answered calmly. “I am telling you the truth. You cannot claim to be righteous for a sin you have never been tempted by. That is not virtue. That is ignorance.” Her lips parted. A small, incredulous breath escaped. “So because I have not acted on every stray thought, I am ignorant? Because I have kept myself pure—” “You have not kept yourself pure,” I interrupted gently. “You have simply avoided the battlefield. Purity is not the absence of temptation. It is the victory over it.”

I try to focus on my steps or the sound of the city at night, but it’s useless. As the cold breeze brushes against my skin, I hug my arms around myself as a shield. I suddenly feel so small, like I could just disappear into the cracks in the sidewalk and no one would notice. Everything feels like a mess now. I wish I could return to the time when I was clueless about everything—times when Damien would look at me like I was the most treasured treasure that’s ever been found on earth like he could see no one else but me. I scoff bitter knowing I can never go back. As much as ignorance is bliss, it is just as bad as a disease. “Hello, Princess.”

Lincoln gave him a weak smile. Okay. Shun felt a little guilty now. That was out of Lincoln’s character. Lincoln is a bright, goofy, happy person. And a flirt. Don’t forget the flirt. Lincoln in front of him was the very... opposite. He looked insecure and sad and embarrassed. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t know if this is Lincoln’s scheme to make Shun take pity on him. If it is, then it’s really working. “I’ll think about it,” was Shun end up saying. It was just that, but Lincoln’s eyes already shone with happiness. Shun suppressed the urge to smile because why would he?

He took a deep breath before speaking. “Please, don’t cry Leah. They may have betrayed you, sure, but are you going to let it continue to beat you down? They may never apologize and that’s the hard reality that you’ll have to face and accept. In the end, it doesn’t matter; what matters is your happiness. Are you gonna continue to allow their selfishness to drag you down?! You’re better than them! You have a LOT of things going for you! You’re smart, strong, beautiful; you know the ins and outs with business, you’ve got this Leah Jackson!”

I don’t even know if you’re naturally stupid or if you’re just blinded by love but I have to take advantage and use you. As long as he stayed mute, I won’t bother him but whoever gets into my way will face an unfortunate fate.

As he crawled out of the bushes, keeping his distance fearfully, he sniffled softly, "Please, Rachel. I really understand that I've made a mistake now, and that I know there's no making things right after what I've done. "I'm relieved to see that you're fine… You won't ever see me again, don't worry." I ignored him, while he slowly wobbled past me, ultimately breaking into tears. Just as I was going to hail a cab to leave the graveyard, an ambulance bounded past me. As several pedestrians were standing by the junction and clamoring, I went for a closer look out of curiosity. "I heard that a man dumped his wife, and when she found him again along with their child, he pushed them under a car a