The Fool Element Novels & Stories

He just became a fool. * #TBC

only foolish one like me is allowed to come and buy food from my kingdom, any wise man should not try to show up, or I may order for his or her head to be foolishly cut off. Before the ruse of the sun next day thousands upon thousands of people had surfaced at the place Akeregbe had marked as his said kingdoms Gate, and had installed all his twelve guards at it to see that all met were well arranged and made sure there was no fight whatsoever, among the people who had come to buy food from him, he called them his foolish customers, this continued for a very long time, and though people were been referred to as foolish man, foolish woman and foolish children, he will come out and asked," Who

he said at once, and then went rigid, horrified that this inner thought had slipped out in word form. “Wil Munger,” the other counselor introduced himself. He clapped Pritchard on the back, shook the smaller man by the shoulders. “Don’t mind old Cuntnelius here. He’s a chucklehead, but he’s harmless,” Munger cracked. “He speaks without thinking sometimes. Isn’t that right, Cunty? Oops . . . Corny. Sorry.” Cornelius Pritchard—whose eyes were slightly crossed, Katie noticed—flushed in embarrassment, red creeping up his gawky neck and into his cheeks and ears. Katelyn could almost feel his humiliation.

"Don't be a p*ssy, Judge." Amara smirked and continued placing small kisses on Muller's legs, his protruding belly, and his too hairy chest. For him, Amara was working on getting him excited. But the truth is, Amara is playing him, so he wouldn't notice that his lower body is starting to feel numb. "How do you feel, Judge?" Amara asked in a sexy manner. "What-" Muller tried to respond, but his jaw was already locked. His eyes widened when he realized that he's been fooled. That something is about to happen to him. The only part of his body that he can move is his eyes.

Eventually, he grew emotional and yelled, "I just made an error, that's all! "There's always a margin of error. This doesn't prove that I tampered with the report. You can't just accuse me of falsifying the report!" All of a sudden, David remembered something. He excitedly pulled out his phone and started scrolling through it. After looking through his gallery, he pulled out the photo of the finger diagram and said, "Nick reminded me of something. There's always a margin of error, but the prints on the drug vial definitely belong to Natalie. This is concrete proof that no one touched the vial but her."

If they were a crumbling house after Andrea left, Stanley turned it into rubble. He would never forgive those who betrayed his mother. I backed him up without hesitation and pushed harder. The Pages were a ghost in our world now, their names erased. I would not forgive traitors either. So, Shane sending a wedding gift was a shock. Inside the box lay a dazzling purple diamond ring. A forgotten memory from when I was eighteen came flooding back. It was blurry, but we were hunched over a practice test, me pointing out Shane's mistakes. I was head over heels, dreaming of a future with him while circling answers.

Something that made my lips part, my breath catch. And though the microphones didn’t pick it up, the cameras caught everything— The way I looked at him. The way he looked at me. And just like that—Killian Wolfe and Aurora Sinclair became the headline Damian never wanted to see. *** to be continued… *** Hey, awesome readers! Thanks for sticking with me through Once a Fool, Now a Queen! I hope you’ve loved the drama, the twists, and all the swoon-worthy moments as much as I loved writing them.

His hair was a tangled mess, his clothes were ragged, and his shoes didn’t even match. Even as he sat silently, without moving, he couldn’t stop the spasms in his body. His limbs twitched from time to time, his jaw jutted out, and his mouth was contorted in an unnatural angle. This was Fool. He was already over twenty, but his physical development was no different from that of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old. He slouched in the chair, eyes fixed on the uniformed officers at the door with a mixture of awe and longing.

"Micah is still an intern. A deal this size is too much for him." Audrey glanced at him, her expression cooling a fraction. "If it's too much for him, Evan can guide him through it. Evan is one of the founding members of this company. Mentoring the newer staff is part of the job." She turned to me, her tone leaving no room for discussion. "Evan, any objections?" I looked at her and calmly closed the notebook in front of me. "None." Audrey seemed satisfied with how easily I gave in. She gave a small nod. "Then it's settled. Meeting adjourned."

I forced a bitter smile and looked her in the eye. She spoke with quiet confidence, as if she knew I'd say yes. Was it because I'd spent seven years playing the fool? Because I was too easy to appease? Because I had only myself to blame? But what I wanted wasn't just a piece of paper. What I craved was fairness and a love that was exclusively mine. In that moment, the thought of ending things consumed my mind. Paisley smiled, waiting for my answer. Just then, her phone rang, cutting off the words I was about to say.