The Fool Persona Mga Nobela at Kwento

POV: Raphael “Jeez, thank you!” Eloise let out a deep breath and sighed in exhaustion, pretending to wipe off her imaginary sweat. “I was wondering how long I could keep up this pretense, and how long it would take you to realize that compared to me, you are nothing. You are just a big fool who thinks that money is everything. You think you have it all, you think you know it all. But you have nothing and you don’t know a thing about me, not one thing.

“Then what does it prove?” “That someone wants the world to believe you belonged to Edward,” he replied. “Belief is leverage.” Jeffery leaned forward, his elbows on the table. “This isn’t about blood anymore.” “No,” Anton agreed. “It’s about mythology.” That word settled into my chest like a stone. “You’re saying they’re turning me into a symbol,” I said slowly. “Not an heir but a story.” Anton nodded. “Edward believed narratives were stronger than truth. He didn’t need you to be his daughter. He needed you to look like his creation.”

“Do you feel sick? Do you want to rant? Do you want to scream it out? Do you want to-“ “August,” she interrupted him then shook her head. Her voice was cracking as she struggled to free the words from her throat, terribly disappointed in herself. “August, I am such a fool. I’m such a huge fool.” “No you’re not,” he quickly sat up, giving her hands a squeeze. “Of course, you are not. Why would you even think that?” “I’m such a fool,” she refused to believe otherwise. “I can’t believe I was such a fool. I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

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.

"I indeed did not put my mind on my studies. However, nobody knows that I am actually very intelligent when it comes to learning. "Therefore, the production process table that I had given to Mister Lourd was something that I had carefully tested. As long as he followed my process, he certainly would not have any mistakes. "You know, I clearly was not at fault at all, and I clearly had done everything right, but I still was not recognized and I was still wronged. Could it be that I truly am a fool? "I am not a fool. I'm just a psycho. Since all of them thought that I was a psycho, then I am a psycho."

Soren’s POV He stared at me as if I’d suddenly sprouted two heads. Then he burst out laughing, clutching his knees, throwing his head back, glancing at me between fits of laughter. “Is something funny, Felix?” I ground out. He straightened, cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie. “Nothing, Sir.” He shook his head. “Then answer the damn question.” Felix raised a hand, thumb and forefinger pinched together. “Can I ask you one, Sir? Just one? Are you suddenly into K-dramas? I just want to let you know that no matter how good and realistic they look, they’re never true.”

Trevor said to Laura, "Laura, please stop talking. This is our company! If anything goes wrong, I will be held accountable." Laura, however, was furious. "What's so great about your company? My precious grandson is gone. I will not let go of anyone who messes with me. "Call your family here, young lady! If they don't come, I'll jump down with you!" Laura rushed up and grabbed Stacey's hand, causing Stacey to scream in shock. "Go on, jump! Don't you want to?!" screamed Laura, persistent and emboldened. "I'll jump with you!"

A Sikandar said authoritatively, “This is an illusion by Javed. It will go away if you hit yourself hard enough.” “Why should we listen to you?” A rebellious Sikandar asked. “Because I’m your clan leader,” He replied. “No, you’re the clan leader’s nephew,” a moronic Sikandar said. Sikandar gave him a death stare before slapping his own cheeks as hard as possible, breaking the illusion and revealing himself to be Farhan. “Everyone, hit yourself as hard as you can and the illusion will break,” Farhan repeated. One of the Sikandars hit himself lightly, nothing happened.

He sighed and coughed roughly that further lowered his position as a high god in his wish to be with the mundane lives of mortals and their short dreams. Since he had already taken this persona for several epochs, it would be near impossible to be totally free of his acquired habits and mannerisms in mere moments. "But you have one glaring shortcoming in the end." the old beggar added after embodying the facade that he wore. A breath later, he raised an arm and flicked his fingers. "TAP!" a dull sound reverberated and a great change manifested that did not shock anyone of the innumerable audience in each of their hidden cave dwellings.

I'm not even proud of them. Only fools are proud of their fellow fool. I'm not sorry for my harsh words. They don't deserve my praises, after all. I'll give an example of how stupid they are. Imagine a scene where all of your opponents have their own weapons but you just attacked with your bare hands without even thinking of a plan on how to fight them without anything but yourself. That's quite foolish, isn't it? Now tell me, should I be proud of them or should I just be disgusted?