Won't Get Fooled Again Meaning Novels & Stories

I couldn’t. “It won’t happen again,” I repeated firmly.

The only truth left after stripping away all the excuses and lies I spent years feeding myself. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before nodding. “I understand that now,” I say, meeting Grandpa’s gaze. “Don’t worry. Hunter won’t be able to talk his way back into my life this time. As they say, fool me once...But fool me twice?” I shake my head. “Now that’s nearly impossible.” Grandpa smiles and cover my hand with his, squeezing it gently. “That’s my girl.” The lovely moment lasts exactly three seconds.

I couldn't eat, sleep or even think properly. “Seeking my forgiveness over what? You don’t think she intentionally did what she did so what’s the point seeking forgiveness when she can do it again or get herself knocked over something and pin the blame on her favorite punch bag and you’re going to believe her and stand in for her.” Can I trust him again and forget like today never happened or what if he’s doing this just to get me to get vulnerable and he hurts me harder next time. Trust is my hardest suit. I hardly give it out and when I do it will kill me inside to get betrayed.

"Okay, I understand. I will not beg you again. I promise that I will never beg you again." ***

“Just watch how the tables turn around, Peter, or should I say Joe. One thing you will always fail to understand is that your strategy is not always good. At first, I thought you were desperate to go home, but now it looks more like you are enjoying this game. You enjoy reading a fake diary, don't you? Just what how you turn against the entire family in twinkle.

I can’t trust it. There could be a million reasons why he was upset once he learned what was happening to me. But the one I won’t believe is that he cares about me. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. When Tammy said high alert, she meant it.

“I didn't quite...” “I said,” I repeat, slamming my heeled foot on his again. “Don't just say shit like that so easily!” I didn't know what game Trent was trying to play, but I wasn't going to be a victim to his charms again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

Mark teases, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's... complicated," I mutter. "Figured," he chuckles. "So, are you the second-chance mate? Or the rejected mate who's suddenly needed again?" "Let's just go with 'rejected and now much needed sister " I say with a smirk. Mark spins me around. For some reason, I giggle. The sound is foreign to my own ears. People are watching. And I don't care. "Wanna test his limit?" Mark asks mischievously.

Never! What do I keep getting myself into !