My Beloved Fool Novels & Stories

The same sounds I’d once foolishly believed were meant for me. Fool. The word lingered on my tongue, bitter as I forced myself upright, my bare feet brushing the cold marble floor of what was supposed to be our shared bedroom. Our bedroom. A cruel joke. I was nothing more than an ornament Kael Ashborne displayed when convenient, discarded when another diversion captured his attention.

“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.

"This letter of forgiveness is invalid. The victim's name is Roger Stevens. Not Ellis Connolly." Clara froze completely. "What? Roger Stevens? My dad?"

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Jouko stood up and tried to look like he wasn’t half starving. He bowed towards the gods and the jury. “My lord, my lady,” he addressed the gods. “The things that you have been told here today have been taken out of context and twisted to make them seem like something they are not,” he continued. “I am happy to hear that. Could you put things in the right context, please?” Absalom said. “With pleasure, my lord. In the last five generations the Beloved One have been showing signs of weakness that, quite frankly, is dangerous,” Jouko said.

It won’t mean to him what it meant to me, I had fallen hard for my Alpha and I was willing to give him my all. Once I was alone, I did the one thing that always brought me peace, I sang. The words to Grand Piano by Nikki Minaj just flowed out: “Am I just a fool? Blind and stupid for loving you. Am I just a silly girl? So young and naive to think you were the one who came to take claim of this heart…” I let myself cry until I fell asleep, knowing that in the morning I would need to be strong when my world fell apart.

He loved the way the rebellious waves of black hair he had struggled to unravel around his delicate face. I loved the features of Callisto, just as I loved his sonic voice, just as I loved his poorly made drawings, his melancholy poetry. "I’m your fool" he said with a smile, his arms around my waist, pulling me, hugging me. I couldn’t help but laugh. "I was just thinking that I really like you," I confessed and Calisto joked. "I’m happy, my dear. After all, think how sad it wouldn’t be if you didn’t like it, am I right? I’d be devastated..."

So lame. “You don’t deserve to love me if you are such a fool like this. Yeah, you are a fool.” I speak clearly even if I know that the fool between us is also me. I am such a fool like him. a fool who was madly in love with a foolish guy like him… “So if you are a guy enough to love me… fight for it till the end…” Is it raining right now? Why do my cheeks feel like it was feeling droplets of rain falling?

she comforted but I couldn't mask the awful feeling inside me. "Oh, my bad, I did not introduce my name. I'm Faith," I looked at her apologetically. “Faith, your name is beautiful but are you sure the reason for your cry was all about the scolding earlier?" she furrowed her brows. "I can sense that the pain is more of a heartbreak,” she sounded like a tease maybe because she wanted to lighten my emotion. I gave her a pale smile as a confirmation because I really couldn't hide it.

I smiled even more, when I saw her irregular breathing leave the room. I will continue to torture her until she gives up and kills herself. Okay, I hope she doesn't think that way. I love seeing that face. Nope! I don't fall in love with her, and I don't believe in love. Love can only make you weak, and love makes you a fool. I don't want to be a slave to love. That love belongs only to fools like Shakespeare who glorify love, are willing to die for love. Tch, disgusting!