Many A True Word Is Spoken In Jest Novels & Stories

My words tumbled out, desperate and broken. But he just stared at me like I was nothing. Like he didn’t feel the same fire burning in my chest that was eating me alive. My voice cracked. "You felt it… you have to." But King Jester only shook his head slowly, as if I were some crazy stranger. "You’re a Stealer," he said, his voice low but heavy, like thunder before a storm. "Men feel strange things around you. They mistake it for a bond, but it’s fake. It’s cursed. You are cursed."

He has been making me feel like he wants to court me but I don't take what he says seriously so he can't court me formally. "When the crow turns white, I might answer your courtship," I joked to him with a smile. Anjo just scratched when our colleagues at work laughed when they heard my answer to him. We are better off like this. Making everything a joke rather than taking it seriously because he would only be hurt by me.

"Animals always know the truth about people. They cannot be fooled by lies or performances." I looked up at him. "What does that mean?" "It means you are not what you pretend to be." I froze

Reign I blinked severally, I tried to understand the words he spoke. 'I'm the fourth,' those words kept ringing in my brain unbelievably. I looked at him and expected him to say it was a joke he was pulling on me but in the few days I had known and lived with him, I had learned that he was not a jester or a fan of jokes. "You look serious," I commented "I can't remember the last time I was not," his response had me searching through his face for the slightest glimpse of a joke but there was none.

When I did realise what he had attempted to say I felt laughter bubble inside me and grinned at him. "Hostess not Princess." I said pulling a straight face with much effort. "Ah well" he shrugged "As Shakespeare said "What's in a word?" I could not help the giggle that escaped me. He really is incorrigible. "Shakespeare never said that! 'What's in a name'!" He gave me a goofy grin "He did?" Laughing at him I removed my hand from his grip and ignoring his command to stop moved towards the small group that was already on the deck now.

Do you know it's something new and unexpected at all? Caesar was also: I hope you'll say that this thing I just said is just a joke with us. Ayden looked at her and said with all seriousness and a hoarse voice: Why would I be joking in this matter? What I said now is the truth and not a joke at all. Do you think that what I just said can be joked about!!

I stuttered as I managed to find the right words to put my sentences together. " And what could that be?" He asked, feigning seriousness. "What happened in the pack a few hours ago? Because I just went into the woods for a little run and just returned when I heard some rumors." I truthfully said as a matter of fact. "Whatever rumor you heard was true!" He simply added. "I said what happened? I never asked if the rumors are true or not." I laughed and snorted. It just got to my notice that Zeke is nothing but an asshole. No wonder he jokes around with every maiden of the Blue moon pack.

They’re going to have a heyday with this. Of course, Lancer leads the charge. He can never resist the opportunity for a good joke, ribbing, or practical jesting. Are they all the same thing? Perhaps more like skewering someone on the sharpened end of the pike of his wit. That might be closer to the truth. “Wooooeeee. Going au naturel, I see.” “What’s wrong with a little hair on the biscuit?” Atlas might appear to be on my side, but he’s got his hand pressed to his mouth to stifle a laugh.

Six words. And the six words were not warm and were not an olive branch and were not any of the things that would have made them easier to receive, they were simply true, stated flatly, without decoration, and they landed in the middle of the car park with the specific, clarifying weight of something that had been true for a while and was only now being said out loud. She read them again. She did not respond.

You may leave. I grabbed the coffee and took a sip. It was my favorite black coffee with one sugar. After the bitterness came a long, lingering sweetness. I got up, walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked out over the bustling city below. My reflection stared back at me in the glass—sharp and confident. In the workplace, if someone pretended to be weak, there would always be countless wolves in sheep's clothing ready to trample over them. But that was fine. It could be considered a test of people's true nature.