List Of Funny Hidden Talents Novels & Stories

We’re already eating dinner and preparing for another night at work but there I was, zoning out just because my mind can’t stop thinking about Clarkson Peters. I smiled and nodded. “Yup, I’m good,” I told her as I continued eating. Heather frowned and narrowed his eyes at me. I know that she knows that I am not what I just told her that I am. She knows that I have something bothering me. “What’s it?” she probed. I sighed. I wanted to lie but I know I couldn’t lie to this girl in front of me. Heather is my best friend and she knows it when I am lying.

I asked with a smile. He lifted his head. Happiness sparkled in his round, almost button-like black eyes. “Kind of,” he answered. I stepped back. “What do you mean?” I asked, surprised. “Because… I never met them in person. I really don’t know if they’re good or bad people. Still, I don’t trust Grandpa Fernando. He’s like Gru.” After saying that, he zipped his lips and stared straight ahead. Gru? Who’s Gru? Oh, I remembered. The main character in the cartoon Despicable Me. I laughed and pinched my forehead. Even the grandpa was mistaken for a villain.

"Hi. My name is Ethan Rivera, and I'm not here to tell you how to live. I'm here to tell you how I survived." The room quieted instantly. "When I was young, I thought there were only two kinds of love. The kind that was allowed, and the kind you had to hide. I learned to hide early. I became good at it. Smiling when I wanted to scream. At dating people I didn’t love. Pretending to be someone else just to make everyone else comfortable." His voice trembled but did not break.

I forced myself to act like I didn't know anything and pushed open the door. The entire house was filled with a sticky, suffocating atmosphere. I made my way inside, hearing Nydia singing from the bathroom. Taking advantage of the moment, I dug out the hidden camera I had seen last time. I had no clue how to use these things. So, I hastily took a photo and searched online. But no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find an exact match. That was when it hit me—it wasn't just Nydia. There might be someone even bigger behind this.

A painful and shameful secret I had only ever shared with one person. Cynthia. I looked around the hallway for her and finally found her in front of Ashley's locker, surrounded by her new friends. She was laughing, flipping her hair over her shoulders as they talked about something. “Cynthia!” I called out, my voice trembling with anger. She turned to me, her smile faltering for a moment before she regained her composure. “Linda,” she said, feigning ignorance. “Are you okay? I heard…” “How could you?” I said, interrupting her. “How could you tell everyone about my Dad.”

“That you are more than what you seem.” “So what if I am, you can’t prove it.” She gives me a sassy grin. “Don’t challenge me. I always find out everyone’s secrets. It’s a special talent of mine. So, if you are hiding something, I'll find out.” I reply with my own devious grin.

Unless I manage to kill a demon with a special ability. In this world, every person has an ability called a talent. One can think of it as a sort of magical ability. My brother, Logan Winters, can run really fast. My mother, Emilia Winters, can pass through walls, while my dad, Ducal Winters, can turn his skin into steel. On the other hand, I have the talent of a siphoner - new talent and possibly the most powerful one there is.

"Now do you see the gap between natural talent and a hardworking idiot?" Chloe choked on her words for a second. "...So, the gap is basically the distance between you and me?" They both grew up eating the same food; how could the difference between two human beings be this vast? Xavier let out a cold snort. "At least you have some self-awareness." Chloe wrinkled her nose in protest. "Actually, everyone has their own specific talents. For example, I might not have a 'business brain,' but I’m excellent at competitive shooting, racing, surfing, and horse riding. I have many skills that you might not have mastered."

“Let me guess. The time I fell out of a tree trying to rescue a cat?” “And get stuck yourself,” he finished, his grin widening. “Yep, that one made the highlight.” “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “Anything else?” “Oh, plenty,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Like the time you tried to ride a bike down a flight of stairs because, and I quote, ‘It’ll totally work.” I groaned louder, hiding my face in my hands. “Why does he share the most humiliating stories?” “Because they’re funny,” he said, his tone light but teasing. “And, if I’m being honest, kind of impressive. I mean, you survived riding a bike down stairs. That’s bold.”

It was the latter and I almost screamed at why my mind didn’t think of the last option. The chances he might not know how to cook. Next up was Natalie. "I've been bungee jumping, I can juggle three balls, and I can play the piano." Again, we all looked at each other, trying to guess which statement was the lie. After much discussion, we decided that Natalie couldn't juggle three balls. It was now my turn. I cleared my throat, trying to push through the nervousness I felt. "I've been in a hot air balloon, I can't swim, and I've never broken a bone." They looked at me in surprise, trying to figure out which statement was the lie.