The Beloved Fool Novels & Stories

“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?”

"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."

A knock came on my door, I wasn't bothered to get up, I had not bolted it locked anyway, it was simple I got way over myself, everyone knew I was a fool. I had gotten smitten by a mate whom I walked in having sex with another lady, he had never promised to be with me neither had he assured me of my safety or a marriage, he never spoke stupid words to me nor had he made silky promises, yet like a fool I beloved my imaginations and had let them run wild.

The idiot was oblivious to everything—even my own contempt for him. Felix was simple-minded. A fool who believed what I fed him—promises, power, favor. He truly believed I would grant him land and slaves once we won. He didn’t realize he was already mine. His loyalty had a price, and I paid it in lies. He was a pawn. A muscled and lustful one—but a pawn nonetheless. There was a knock at the door. Three, loud strikes. The precise rhthmic rapping of the Night Crows.

“Now, about the Dark Ones. I know you’re not one of them, but you understand their mindset. You’ve proven that repeatedly.” It was true. I grasped their insatiable hunger for power and the euphoria that came from taking another witch’s abilities. Admitting it was difficult, but my time-altering powers were not truly mine. I had taken them… “I do.” “So, what do you think?” he asked. “It’s a great thing to be known for, but I fear you wouldn’t be remembered for it. Instead, you might be known as the foolish king who thought he could achieve it.”

"Nina, let me tell you something interesting. The Alpha of the Shadow pack is searching the world for his Luna, and the news has even reached our forest pack. His Luna is also named Nina. "That Alpha spent a fortune placing ads in newspapers and news outlets of every pack. He even has an apology video on his Instagram page. Let me show you." Without waiting for me to refuse, she eagerly opened the video. Vincent looked haggard in the video. Although he had clearly tried to dress up, he still appeared disheveled. He told our story in detail in the video, focusing on the misunderstanding that led to my departure. Finally, he sincerely apologized to me. "Nina, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hidden

The fact that he was even more dismissive then I wanted him to be was one of the red flags but I kept watching. It was going to take longer for me to ever get this out of my memory but I would rather stick with the truth than to ever come low. "You have more than enough reasons to kill me but you decided to believe me alone for some guilty pleasure? That's why sometimes I think that you are nothing but a fool." "The fool who saved you from being chained and sold by your friends. I'll gladly be a fool for that." He mocked.

Silas stood nearby, the two of them exchanging a look of conspiratorial greed. "My brother thinks he has the board votes to oust me by Monday," Xavier murmured, his hand settling possessively on the small of my back. "And he thinks you’re his secret weapon. He believes you’re still the lovestruck girl who will sign over her family’s proxy to Julian." "Let him believe it," I said, a cold smile touching my lips. "The higher they climb, the more bones they break when they hit the pavement." The Public Humiliation

Yet not a single person there was swayed by her words. Because me acting like a fool, at most, had made people laugh—it had never harmed anyone. While in my previous life, she had hidden behind that same label of "being dumb" and actually gotten me killed. Before I could even speak, Chloe cut in angrily. "If we're comparing, who was the one who uploaded my photos onto the group?! And come to think of it—I had such terrible diarrhea after drinking your coffee that I was dehydrated!" At once, the crowd exploded with outrage. One after another, people stepped in front of me to defend me, surrounding Maisie as they accused her.

The royal family once helped the Foxkin of Moonveil. For generations, the Foxkin had sent their youngest daughters to the royal palace to repay that debt. Each prince had a Foxkin companion who looked after him and kept him safe. My elder brother, Alaric Ashbourne, had a Foxkin who fought fiercely by his side on the frontier for years. In the end, they fell in love and married. My Foxkin was named Evelina Wrenwood. I felt sorry for her. She had left her home and would never be able to return to her clan, so I never restricted her freedom. I always gave her the finest things first, never expecting anything in return. People said I spoiled her rotten, but I pretended not to hear them. Y