The Idea Of You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I try to say. "But what?" he interrupts me, but he's not upset, he's still just as calm. "You're filling your head with stupid ideas again." With his fingers he taps my forehead. "No, I'm just thinking..." His lips land on mine. "I love you sweetheart, Clara loves you and for her you are enough, no matter what others may think, she is happy with two daddies." I hook my arms around her neck. "I love you too, I'm sorry for those stupid ideas that fill my head, I was just afraid that again I will be plagued by this." I reciprocate the kiss sim embarrassed to be seen by anyone else.

I told him. My father loved to think he had power and control over everyone and everything in his life, he deemed it a strength but I perceived it a weakness, it clouded his judgement sometimes and I always used that to my advantage. “I’ve just been trying to generate innovative ideas to convince Brimstone Group.” I lied through my teeth. At the mention of my lie he seemed to calm a little and that did not sit well with my mother and sister. “I thought maybe I could convince the CEO’s youngest son to go on a date wi-”

“If you have a good idea, speak up.” After a short pause, people began enthusiastically discussing. Some mentioned the battery life—it only lasted forty minutes and needed improvement. Others said the wheels should be quieter. Sheila chimed in too. She thought the current model was too bulky and needed a sleeker, more compact design. These were all valid points, and the designer took notes. Julissa had been thinking too. She had an idea, though she wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to share. Scott gently stroked her back and whispered, “If you have thoughts, share them. Don’t be shy.”

I debated the idea. “It doesn’t have to be a perfect idea. Just something you can focus on while your power does the thing you need.” My dad stood and walked over to me. “It’s more about an outlet for your power to flow through. Your power will flow the way you intend it, but you need something to start it.”

I felt dirty. “You aren’t sure,” I said with a shake of my head. “Of course, you aren’t. What do you want to feel sure?” “I want to know what your big idea is.”

Just I was thinking something came across my mind. “Wait…"

“The dream always ends with my sister killing me.” Mr. Fisher sits back in his seat, looking at me, concerned. I doubt I’m the first person who has come in with a reoccuring dream. But I’ve had mine everyday since I first arrived in Fate’s territory. Something must be completely messed up with my head. I’ve only deteriorated since I started getting them. “Have you ever heard of the Immortal Thought?” he asks softly. His words take me by surprise. I’m used to the same questions, and this one is out of the ordinary.

I got a shock and said. " So what I am supposed to do? You know that it is a crime that treating a friend's sister as the bitches I dated. And if you agree, must I go straight and f*ck her right away?" " I know that you treated me and our friends as your other brother and we could see your kind side, that's why I am here to discuss that with you. Since she is always treated as a princess, and she just take the best things, just show her your most terrifying side. After months of seeing your gorgeous face, she would feel bored and she will give up you. That's my idea and we all know that you can't make any girl lay on your bed."

hhhh Your ideas, expectations and opinions is what will make this work get better! I count on you!!!

At least until I figure out my shit? Well, that is an idea...