12th Fail Novels & Stories

Hard work paid off, however, and Fane finally succeeded in cultivating a third-grade elementary pill. “Let’s store it for now. Everyone had just broken through into the First-grade ultimate god-level recently, and your realms have yet to stabilize. Nobody can use this pill for the time being.” Fane smiled bitterly and carefully put away the pill in his hands. Instead of resting, Fane continued to cultivate twice instead, but it was to his disappointment that both processes failed. Sure enough, Fane did not give up after these two failures as he discovered that there was only a slight difference in both failures.

One more strike and they’ll be repeating 12th grade. Ironically, this just might be the best solution for everybody because if they fail to graduate, they’ll be back to terrorize even more students. God I can’t wait for The Retaliators to have a taste of the real world, with its college applications and dismal job-hunting scene. Finally, I can see the logic of your decision.

“11 seconds didn’t happen. Because my husband is alive. Because my son is alive. Because Bear is alive. Because ‘eventually’ is always. But you _tried._ You tried to make 11 seconds forever. You tried to make my daughter Ivy testify. She’s 1. You tried to make my son Alex read your letter. He’s 5. You tried to make Channel 4 call my house ‘famous bad.’” _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ 118 BPM. “You failed,” I said. Leaned forward. Mic caught it. Caught all of it. “Every time. You failed. At Cayman. You failed at 3:01 PM. You failed at the school. You failed at the subpoena. You failed at the letter. You’re failing now. Looking at me. Because I’m still here. And my kids are still home. And your n

The Price of Failing a Bond On the second day of Alpha Andy’s “Routine Patrol and Pack Bond” with his junior assistant, Scarlett, I completed all my administrative handovers within the pack and went to the High Elder to process my Pack Withdrawal. In less than ten minutes, my phone vibrated with a notification: Alpha Andy had “APPROVED” my departure. “Looks like she is leaving.” “Do you think Alpha Andy wanted to get rid of her from her position?” “I don’t know. It looks like Alpha Andy is good enough to her. She is the one complaining. Maybe she’s self-aware enough to leave.” “She is always making a fuss out of a molehill. Who knows if she is the spy another pack!” “Yeah, a future Luna from

“Can you please make it stop?” Linux shook his head, “If you took both those tablets, and it didn’t work, then you’re screwed. It’s already manifested itself, and there is nothing I can do. You’ll change tonight, and it will be in charge. So I suggest you do as it says and compromise.” Tarrin stared at Linux before saying, “You’re fucking kidding me, right? My best friend tells me to live with it. What the hell, Linux?”

“Yes.” He did not expect that. He was shocked. Not too long ago, he thought he had failed the subject, now he seemed inspired again. “Besides, failing Technology won’t make you repeat the grade. You’ll have to fail three subjects and one of them being English. Then you are to repeat a grade.” Vincent only walked out. He knew that Liam was outside with the car to fetch himself and Dave. ………………………………………………………………………………………….

It’s hard knowing I will never hear his laugh again or his lectures or have movie nights together. Losing James was hard but losing my brother who’s been the only constant in my life since I was a child was harder than anything I could ever imagine. His is a loss that has torn me apart. I set down the picture and return to the study. I don’t know the code to the safety deposit box but I’m not ready to give up. Breaking it is next to impossible since it is reinforced steel which even a shifter can’t break through. I try every important date I can think of but nothing works. Defeated, I give it one last shot and try my birthday.

P E A R L I stared with sadness at the thirty five percent beside the course I had thought I would ace this semester. My test was fifteen percent and my exam score, twenty. The more I stared at the screen of my laptop, the more I tried to stop myself from tossing the laptop to the other side of my dorm room. The course has been a pain in my ass ever since I got into the second year of college. Last semester, I failed it and now, I did again. Whoever the professor was needed to know that his assistant did a shitty job at teaching us because I did not understand a fucking word.

I thought, "This is it. Finally, I'll get in." But then he dropped the bomb. The moment he saw my name, he froze. Then he said without hesitation, "Crestwood University can't admit you." Once again, I was rejected. After failing three times, I felt utterly hopeless. My parents watched me sob uncontrollably, and tears welled up in their own eyes. "How can this be? My daughter is the top student! How could she not get in?" Even they couldn't believe it.

By the time I was thirty-two, I had already made the billionaire list. Joel, having performed well in prison, was released early. He said he wanted to see me one last time. I agreed. In the coffee shop downstairs from my company, he looked weathered and hesitant as he asked, “If there’s a next life, if I don’t say those things… Will we still have a chance to be together?” I looked down and took a sip of my latte. Then, expressionless, I told him, “People’s inherent flaws are in their bones. Sooner or later, they will surface. Asking this is meaningless.”