My Beloved Fool Novels & Stories

I have the feeling that everyone knows about his affairs and get are mocking me when in not looking, calling me a damn fool for loving a man who has no respect for my feelings. He must think that I’m a damn fool, I mean, he asked me to keep my close friends away, and I did. Then he asked me to trust him and let him be my only lover. I stupidly agreed to that too, letting him treat me like a fool. And to make matters worse, I needed his help with Mr Stevens. I knew he can help me get him to sign the damn contract in a few minutes. But you know what? I don't need him anymore. I'll get the job done by myself, without his help!

"You know, Stephanie? It's funny, when you told me he was in love, I thought, 'Really, can a Greek statue feel anything?'" "That's not an exaggeration, Scarlett. Even with his refined looks and deep, captivating features, he's just a 'heartless machine,' a cold statue found anywhere in the library." When we decide to hate someone, we mock them, isn't it funny? "Anyway, I need to be at that party. I promised Brooklyn." "And Skyler, but I'd rather not mention his name." "Skyler." Stephanie repeated his name with a sarcastic tone. "When will he change, stop looking for girlfriends among cheerleaders? He must love their bitchy faces."

“The Dominican Republic is a small piece, but it’s a useful one. We have our men there. I’ll make sure they know about Marcellus’ little scheme.” “And then?” Keith asks, his tone curious. “And then we let him walk into his trap,” I say, a cold smile forming on my lips. Keith nods, clearly satisfied with my plan. I turn back to Nate. “Shut it off. We’ve heard enough.” Nate clicks a few buttons and the screen goes dark. The room feels quieter now. Keith looks at me. “Ally with other mafias?” he says, shaking his head. “Does he really think they will trust him?”

"Right. Seven years… I lived off stale bread with you. I was there when the debt collectors came banging on our door. I thought we were toughing it out together, but the whole time I was just grinding myself down alone." Audrey shook her head frantically, terror flooding her eyes, looking completely wrecked. "That's not true. I only ever loved you. Micah was nothing, I swear, it was all an act!" "An act?" I echoed it back, flat and quiet. "Handing him the deal that was mine was an act? Sitting with him while he got his wisdom teeth pulled, leaving me to sign my own palliative care papers alone—was that also an act?" I turned my head back toward the window, where the sun was sinking red into

"Always speaking before Asterion. Always earning the punishment first." "If you were angry with me, you watched him less carefully." "You protected him." "He protected me differently." "How much of the fool was an act?" Faolan stopped before me. Flour marked the front of his shirt, and one stubborn streak remained across his cheek. "I like laughter," he said. "I like making frightened children forget they are frightened. I enjoy provoking you more than is sensible. None of that makes me foolish." "No." "Joy is not stupidity, Pandora. It was simply the weapon people were least likely to take from me."

What did I just say? Xena blinked, trying to clear the lingering dizziness from her head. Of course she knew who he was. Jacob Montoya — the man she had been married to for three years, the man whose coffee she brewed every morning, whose shirts she ironed every evening, whose side of the bed she still instinctively reached for in the dark. She was about to correct herself when her gaze fell on the calendar beside the bed. April first. April Fools' Day. The corners of Xena's lips nearly curved upward. She had already prepared a little surprise for Jacob before the accident, but perhaps she had just stumbled upon an even better one.

Dad's temper explodes when I tell him that one plus one equals two. Frank Huxley ruthlessly kicks me in the chest and roars, "Who gave you permission to learn addition? Why won't you just listen to me?" He then grabs me by the leg and drags me to the door, shoving me out of the house. "You just love learning so much, don't you? Go then! But don't ever call me your father ever again!" I wail loudly as I bang on the door with all my might. Suddenly, I can hear Dad's thoughts through the door. "He's so annoying. Why is this villain so disobedient? He needs to be an idiot so I can complete my mission. I'll give him the cold shoulder for a couple of days and deprive him of a few meals. Let's

he said, but something told me the meaning was deeper than he let on. “So you’re casually calling me stupid, I’m wounded,” I said dramatically. “It’s not stupidity, it’s just your habit of putting heart over mind.” “You’re here too, does that make us both fools?” “Yes, it does. Fools for love.” “Then I don’t mind being one.” ~

'Maisie, what you're doing is defamation. She fired back without a shred of guilt. 'And how is this defamation? I heard you say it on the phone with my own ears! Do you dare swear to the heavens that you never said those words?!' I let out a cold laugh and threw her own words from my previous life right back at her. 'How can you slander me like this? I clearly said "jogging buddy" and "jogging meetup." I just have bad pronunciation, that's all. Why are you so determined to wrong me?'

Caspian's voice was hoarse, cracking with the faint sound of a sob, as he said, "Serena, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I was wrong, I was such a jerk. I hurt you. Please, just give me one more chance. I—" Before he could finish, Forrest collapsed to his knees with a loud thud and cried out, "I'm sorry, Serena. I was such a monster. You can do anything to me if it helps ease your anger. I'm begging you. Hit me, curse me, or kill me if you must. Just don't ignore me. "I'll take you to the underground arena. I'll fight and bleed for your amusement. I'll do anything as long as you forgive me." His tears flowed freely as he reached for Serena. The Forrest of the past—once so arrogant and unrest