12th Fail Novels & Stories

I shout at her. I can hear how other footsteps stop around us and I can also smell my brother's scent telling me that he is here and yet I can't stop myself. “I FAILED by entrapping my mate in the very hell that I grew up in. I failed by refusing the only thing in this life that was ever meant for someone like me. You can laugh at it just as you did. You can make a joke of me all you want. But failure is not a joke to me. In the world i grew up in a failure means your death and i have made the biggest failure of all by rejecting you as my mate”

"Now you harass Young Master Reyn!" "Have you no shame?" The villagers started gathering again, I couldn't bother much about her when — [DING] Mission failed. Calculating Penalty... 5% 15% 40% Penalty Selection... Serena: "...Why is it buffering?" "System?" "SYSTEM?"

Like a fool for love, I concluded in my mind to dial Roderigo, seeking any opportunity that would bring us back together. The first two dails were hung up, the 3rd and 4th one were left to ring until the call ended, I tried making one last attempt but his phone was switched off. This only got me more desperate and hurt. I felt to be put out of this mean world. ************* Bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! The alarm bipped nonstop that I had to hit it till it made no more noise. It was now I was beginning to regain my consciousness.

Colour coated Reese’s cheeks again as she found the Alpha’s eyes. “I doubt Botanical Sciences are that easy, especially since you finished the five year degree in two,” he replied. She could feel Troy’s eyes on her once more but she refused to look at him. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She also refused to believe that she wasn’t good enough. Being rejected took nothing away from her and the idea that it should was so outdated it was almost funny. “Troy, is there anything you’d like to ask Reese?” Her father just had to meddle, like seriously, give it a rest already.

Sometimes, I wondered how someone could love two people at once. My career had revolved around Clement for seven years. Now, I was determined to get back what I had put aside. I thought my education and experience would help me land a finance internship, but I was rejected repeatedly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lundy. You're not the right fit for the position." After countless rejections, I finally realized something was off. "Clement, you think this is funny?" He stayed silent on the other end of the line, and my patience was running out. Finally, he said, "You've got stomach issues. People in finance drink too much, so I don't want you in that line of work."

"Sorry, Mr. Thorne, your group has now been declared bankrupt. We need to seize all the assets under your name. We appreciate your cooperation." Harlan panicked and rushed toward me, shouting angrily, "Did you do this? Are you trying to take me down? Is this your revenge on me?" Before he could get any closer, Stephen punched him, knocking him to the ground. "Who gave you the right to yell at my mom?" Lana tried to strike me, but intimidated by Stephen’s authority, she dared not approach. "We’ve never had anything against you. At least, for the sake of raising Yasmine for over ten years, don’t take this too far. Let us go peacefully!"

Maybe, with time, she’d come back, and we could rebuild what we lost. But after what just happened, would that ever be possible? I took a deep breath and tapped the screen. “Resend.” My finger hovered for a second before pressing down. The phone buzzed faintly, but instead of the usual green confirmation, the screen flashed red. “Declined.” The word glared at me like an insult. My heart skipped. That had never happened before. I never had a transfer fail—ever. “I don’t understand,” I whispered. The sound of my own voice filled the quiet room.

I asked. "I mean I'm twelve years old and I've been holding billions of beings stable for five years and I'm tired and it's too heavy and I'm breaking," Eva said. Voice cracking. "I thought I could do this. I thought I was strong enough. But I'm not. I'm just kid. I'm just twelve. And I'm failing and billions are going to die and it's my fault."

Then two. Someone coughed at the wrong timing, which everyone assumed was a mockery cough, inciting the crowd with a reaction Serena hadn't expected. Laughter followed immediately. A wave of it. Cold, Sharp and Merciless. “I thought it was supposed to hum,” a voice shouted. “It’s real. I…I swear, they tested it. It—” she tried to explain, but no one was listening. "6 times a failure, just stick to modeling" Serena clenched her fist. Yes, this was her sixth failed expedition, and she modeled as a side hustle, but this was her passion, and someone calling it a failure had to hit the wrong nerve.

I felt as though I'd just fallen from grace straight into the pits of hell. I searched high and low for tertiary education institutes that would take me in, and only a small vocational college in a very faraway city was willing to let me enroll in their courses. My high school, which had always been very proud of me, had my name removed from the list of graduates because of my embarrassingly low score. Even Mom was embarrassed to talk about me in front of her relatives, and she rarely ever spared me a second glance while we were at home. It seemed as though I'd fallen from being the pride of the city to being the laughingstock of the entire town.