Quotes On Two Faced People Novels & Stories

He started with the website nomorefear.biz. There wasn’t much to it, just a black screen with a simple quote: “No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.” When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph:

The quote next to it read: The happiest people don’t have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything. I smiled. “That’s a good one.” “Yep. I’ll give it to Black Crimson; he is quite the philosopher.” Glancing at him, I grinned. “Or she is.” He sniffed and sent me a look before smirking. “I bet it’s a he.” With a disbelieving laugh, I argued, “And I bet it’s a she.” His eyebrows lifted. “What makes you so sure?” “Well, she has good taste in quotes. She’s an incredible artist. And she always chooses older, cruddy-looking buildings to paint on, making them prettier, so she’s stylish. Honestly, with her kind of talent, brains, and compassion, how could she be a male?”

I shot back. She was dumbstruck, unable to speak. “Now, you answer me!” I spat. “That was none of my fault. Two wrongs don't make a right.” Her voice broke. “Yes, it does.”

I also didn’t miss the way his voice changed drastically at the mention of mate. They were bittered and angry, I knew. If not their voices, their eyes held all the bitterness like vile, their tongue ready to spit venom. Their brain, a working factory for evil. Everyone was out to save his or her skin while their face contorted into that of a pleasant smile. They all summed up to two words. two faced “We were talking and we concluded on one important question; is she fit to be the Luna of this pack?” That was Jude the mother fucker spewing waste as usual from his mouth. And the she was Freya.

I heard him say and coughed instantly, allowing him to pass me water that pushed down the lumps. “Excuse me, what?” I asked. “You heard me, Ms Miranda, this place isn't for all, especially double faced women like you. It's hard to book.” he explained, cleaning his hands like I was some dirt. “How do you mean double faced?” I asked again, still not understanding. “How do I mean double faced..?” He asked back, looking me in the eyes as if checking to see the depth of it. “A woman who is working for archenemies, two brothers ranking first and second in the business world. She's who I define as a double face because there's always a hidden agenda,” He explained, smiling lazily.

I blinked rapidly like that single action could banish every thoughts I had and plastered a smile on my face. “I was thinking of how I have never met anyone as stubborn as you.” “Oh, but, I have.” He said. “Who?” I asked even though I suspected where he was headed. “You.” He replied. “I knew you were going to say that. I would have you know that I have been told that I am one of the most easy-going person. Like I am totally laid-back.” “There are two things that shouldn't be in a sentence together. Do you know what?” I shook my head.

It was bigger than the average axe yet he carried it with one hand like a feather. He walked around the men that knelt before him. He slowly walked as though inspecting them. " Some people are willing to betray a thousand years of friendship just to get a little bit of spotlight ", he quoted. I had heard the famous quote before. None of them seemed to tense. They were used to this. It would be hard to determine who had done this. There was no fright or shaking. " One day, we will have to say goodbye when we are not ready.", He began to say.

Now, with Lucas piling on the compliments, I felt a little embarrassed. I used the excuse of getting them something to go with their drinks and went into the kitchen. Standing by the doorway, I could still hear Lucas clearly. Without me around, he spoke even more freely. "Little brother. You know what's actually killing me? She wants it every single night. Every night. And I can't look at that face without losing the mood. I finish every round like I've lost the will to live." Logan was always the quieter one. I heard him laugh awkwardly, not really responding.

But I was shocked when he stood on the other side. "Isn't it nice to not see people's faces and how they hide their true intentions by faking smiles?" Gelo asked me again. I frowned before shaking my head on our current set-up. He was standing on the opposite side like we were in a debate. "What is this? Are we having a debate now whether having prosopagnosia is an advantage or not?” I joked, letting a heavy breath escape my mouth. "Believe me, it's tiring to see people with blurry faces. They look like monsters that can eat you at any time because you can't see who the real ally is and who isn't."

His opponent replied, "What are you saying, you idiot?" Yao Tae replied " It's like that old saying "You are what you eat, or you are what you eat". You are what you do, look at the faces of people who radiate joy, and you will find lines of laughter and orphans engraved in their faces. Look at the people who practice transgression and arrogance, or who impose what they want and are arrogant or hurt others, and you will find lines of pain, bitterness and misery engraved in their faces; You will find them sulking at fun times. Such lines are not removable with the most expensive types of lotions, creams, or cosmetic operations. What they do you can see clearly in their eyes, and their state a