Nobody's Fool Novel Novels & Stories

Fear. I deleted them all. Not because they weren’t true, but because they no longer needed to be said. Instead, I opened a new file and began to write something else. Not a legal brief. Not a press statement. A story. Our story. One where betrayal didn’t define us. One where we chose each other, despite everything. We watched the sunrise together the next morning, bare feet in the cold sand. The world stretched open before us, vast and unwritten. “What now?” Cassie asked softly.

"You should see the look on your face when you said that. I have a mirror in my bag." "You knew what he looked like already, didn't you?" "Of course, looks are the first checkpoint. How could I not notice?" "Honestly, what do you think?" "He's not my type." "Too bad, I don't know much about him, but his name is Ezra Goodwell. A loner. That's all I've managed to find out." "How do you know?" "Rumors are everywhere; you just need to sit and listen." "Anyway, he's the kind that sits in a corner at parties, unnoticed."

“Hey, nice to meet you!“ his thick voice said. The Scorpion tatoo that ran over his face made him look like one of those action movie villians. Catherine was already angry enough and wanted to tell him with the kindest voice she could muster thar she wasn't interested in whatever he wanted to tell her. But surprisingly, he said: “I know you're Catherine.“ Her eyes widened in shock and she gasped, looking at the car behind him like she was sure some more scary-looking men were going to come out of it and drag her in with them. “W-who are you?“ She stammered, looking sideways to be sure they were other people around. “And how'd you know my name?“ “Let's just say… I'm Nobody,” he said. “My name

A towering man, nearly two meters tall and built like a fortress of muscle, stepped into the room against the light. The moment Nathan saw him, his eyes lit up with glee. He hurried forward with an obsequious grin plastered on his face. “Mr. Morgan Williamson? Are you Mr. Williamson? Fantastic! “There’s a shameless fraud here pretending to be Mr. Brooke. Please, teach him a lesson—show him what happens to impostors! “Beat him to death for all I care. He has no parents and no background. He’s just a stray, despised by everyone.”

Recalling everything from my previous life had me unconsciously clenching my fists tightly—yet my face still wore a wronged, pitiful expression. "Why aren't you two saying anything? I really didn't do it on purpose." As I watched Maisie and Chloe slam the door and storm out, I snorted as I sat back down in my chair. 'Huh! You wanted to play the bimbo? I can do that too.' … That weekend, I went to the campus convenience store with Maisie. The moment I spotted Vincent Arden—top student, campus golden boy—wearing an employee uniform, I knew exactly what she was about to do.

“Mr. Goodwin Sr. ran the underworld in his youth. After leaving that life behind, he built the Goodwin’s Group. Even now, everyone in Flodon shows him respect.” “She just struck Mr. Goodwin Sr.’s golden boy. There’s no way she’s walking away from this.” My mother ignored their whispers. She gently touched my swollen, bleeding cheek. “Oh, Lillibet, you’ve suffered enough. But I’m here now. Don’t be afraid. Do you want payback? Just say the word.”

Since I first heard that song, my soul screamed to dance it with the one person who made me feel like this. —When you're so in love (oh, when you're so in love) And your souls touch (oh!) But it's still not enough Where does it go? (Whoa, hey) Where does it go? Nobody knows (hey, nobody) Where the love goes —And that was Nobody Knows. So why not end with a kiss? After all, not everything can be perfect, not everything can have a happy ending. And that's exactly what the damn, stupid phone wanted to interrupt, making us pull apart.

… Author Tina Nwuba: “Guys, a small spoiler alert. Our female lead would not only change gradually, but she would become a cunning and sinister person. Well, we shouldn't blame her. Hehehe!”.

Most of the words had blurred into nothing. Then the old flip phone in my pocket began to buzz. It was chipped and outdated, the phone I kept only so my family could reach me. A text from Claire lit up the screen. *'Mason, I’m out of town on business. I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning.* *Don’t worry. Anyone who bullies you or spreads rumors about you will regret it.'* I looked down at the dark ink running across the pavement and the foul-smelling bundle of wet paper in my hands.

"Mom, what's the elite school you mentioned before? Yeah, I'm going alone." The wind chimes rang out, crisp and joyful, like they were cheering me on. I closed my eyes, and for the first time in years, Shane's face didn't haunt me. Instead, I saw a guy who looked a little like him. Sharper and more striking, he flashed a cocky grin, just like he did two years ago. "Mark my words, Alice. You'll ditch Shane for me." Back then, I thought he was just messing around. Now I was done with Shane.