Novel & Cerita The Fool Persona

These rich folks had to be bored out of their minds to devise such diabolical plans! "I was right about you, Julian. A bottom-feeder like you will rise to take the bait and fight tooth and nail just to wait on Felicia! I even made a bet with my friends to see if you'd ever discover that Felicia was lying to you. Trust me when I say that we made big bets. "But we didn't think you'd be duped for three whole years and still not suspect a thing! It was hilarious! If I hadn't invited Felicia to tag along today, you might have believed her lies forever! You should be thanking me."

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.”

"Let's not contact each other again, Natalie. I'm just going to act like I don't know you. You've really let me down. "Let's pretend that nothing has ever happened between us. Please don't call or text me anymore," his text read. If I wasn't as strong or resilient as I was, their actions would've broken me completely. While they posed as victims, they were trying to pin the blame on me and label me the perpetrator. They shamelessly lied through their teeth and claimed that they had done nothing wrong. They were also twisting the truth into a narrative that benefited them. As soon as I strayed from their instructions and failed to do as they asked, they acted shocked and tried to harm my repu

Her finger pointed at the fox-cat and she was very much speechless, this time it was real. “Bob?” the beautiful fox-cat who was lying on a tree's roots enjoying the breeze suddenly fell and glared at her. He who was revered as a peerless man, sought after by Gods and Goddesses, was nicknamed Bob by a mad woman who talks to 4 other persona’s who she played herself. Foolish! Unacceptable! The fox-cat turned his head away from her and flaunted his well kept tail, swaying his body elegantly and walked away from her. She then followed him while giggling, he looked quite cute when he was annoyed a while ago.

Yet, one truth remained starkly clear to me: Escaping my nature was impossible. The Brooklyn I knew seemed a stranger now. The girl who once embodied kindness and compassion was lost, replaced by the fervor of a cheerleader's ambition. This transformation was why I loathed the very idea of cheerleaders. Unknowingly, Brooklyn was morphing into someone akin to Penelope—domineering, entitled, and increasingly indifferent to the manipulation of others for her gain.

A film god like him would always have something in the works. Huo Yan leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "Go on." "My public persona... it's a performance. A deliberate choice to play the fool. It makes people underestimate me. It lets me observe." I was channeling every character I'd ever played, every line of dialogue I'd ever read. "I wanted you to see me. Not the peacock. The actor underneath. I was giving you an audition." The lie was so bold, so utterly ridiculous, that it almost convinced me. It was the only card I had left. If I couldn't be pathetic, I'd be brilliant. If I couldn't be a victim, I'd be a rival.

"What makes you think I would agree?" Gwendolyn's father hesitated. "Nathan, you're a good person. You're soft-hearted. You wouldn't have the heart to watch us suffer." I laughed coldly. "So because I'm a good person, you cooperated with Gwendolyn to deceive me?" "You made me sell my blood, sell my shares. You watched me drain myself dry, crying until I was torn apart, all while treating me like a joke?" They had nothing to say. Turning away, they prepared to leave.

“That’s what fools are for. Do whatever you want with me. Beat me, and tomorrow, they’ll laugh that I earned it.” Ferdinand laughs at the absurdity of the fool’s words. “Beating you won’t change the fact that you laid those filthy hands on what’s mine. Off with his hands. Lash her.” He bellows to the guards, “What are you idiots waiting for?” The jester doesn’t relent. “If your Majesty wishes to punish the one who started the dance, then let it be me alone. A fool exists to entertain. She merely answered.” No one around here has ever stuck out their own neck to save me.

He stopped and sighed loudly when he noticed that everyone began to listen and look at him pitifully. His laments aroused another round of irritated and disappointed looks from others as they diverted their attention to me. They stared at me like I was a fool who knew absolutely nothing. "I just wonder what she was thinking to misuse that opportunity." "It's only a fool and one that is insane will choose to act in this way." A blonde pale-skinned guy muttered and earned nods of agreement from the others. "After all, any person who is normal will not hesitate to seize this opportunity at the first mention."

“Sofia, give me a chance. Let me try again.” “I finally figured it out. You didn’t love me for money or my career. You loved me because I was genuinely good.” “Sofia, I’ve got nothing now, but I found my old self again, the real me, the one from back then. You’re going to fall for me again. I promise I won’t let you down this time.” He had a bandage wrapped around his head and he was holding chestnuts. He did look like the person I’d once known.