Corrupt Books Novels & Stories

It seemed to Anna every day she was met with another empty cubicle where once an active member of her team had worked. On top of the rapid decline of her staff, Anna was also faced with a more pressing issue of Nate’s manuscript. With all the preview copies destroyed at the Festive of Books exhibit, the IT rep tried for days to recover the files and failed. The back-up files and even her flash drive had been mysteriously corrupted. Anna’s one hard copy that she had sent to the printer was having problems as well. Whenever they tried to copy the pages, the ink would run out, or the pages would smudge beyond legibility and even one time the entire press shut down.

She barely stopped herself from saying that Corinne would not be able to pay for the damage. "Understood. I'll make sure to be careful with them." Corinne nodded, ignored Anya's attitude, and walked over to peruse some of the books on the big bookshelf. She picked one at random and flipped through it. She then placed it back and took a different book. The books were all exceptionally well-written, rather than vapid literature that was bought to fill the shelves and make one seem well-read. Maxwell seemed to love reading a lot, much like many historical figures who were erudite but had rather despicable characters.

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"The corporate directory has a fail-safe. If the author file is corrupted by blood the machine will reset! It will erase the coast!" "Not if we anchor the exception to the press!" The user roared. His teeth were bared as a brilliant violet arc shot out from the copper coils. "The journal, Elara! The page with your blood on it! It's a thing with a strong story! Drop it into the feeder slot before the block hits!" He pointed to the center of the cast-iron console. A narrow slit sat between two rotating steel rollers, their teeth dripping with a black fluid. Elara looked down at the book in her hands. The third page was a mess, the paper shredded by her own thumb. The blood was turning black ag

I ask and Everett shrugs. "Fuck if I know." He says, grabbing something else from his bag. "Can you believe these bookmarks they gave us?" He asks, showing me the pink tasseled piece of cardboard with the words 'Smut Slut' written in gold leafing displayed proudly on both sides. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well go all in." I say, looking at my own bookmark that says 'Emotionally attached to a morally grey character' in loopy font. At least mine's black.

I honestly didn't know what to say to that, because he wasn't wrong, but at the same time, it was such a bleak outlook on things that I wanted to say that he was wrong. "So that's why you're here, trying to find a cure for the corruption, right? To change things for the better?" "I want to find the cure, yes, but I can't promise that anything will change if I do. There will always be wrong in the world, there will always be corrupt rulers, and just because it may or may not fix one problem doesn't mean it will change everything. We don't know if the people who are left are too far gone for help, their minds are just as damaged by the corruption as their bodies are, and we don't know that it'

"Ready for the grind?" Jinx didn't look up immediately. When she did, the reflection on her glass mask showed Ren’s own distorted face. "Ren," she said. Her voice was casual, but there was a tightness in it—a vibration of fear. "I've been thinking about the 'Corrupted Shard' from the Library. The one you deleted." Ren stiffened. "I told you, Jinx. It was glitch data. It would have bricked your rig. Forget it." "I know," she said. "But I have a photographic memory, Ren. It's why I'm an engineering major. I remember the text."

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Dawn looked at Ashley who gave her a slow nod and Dawn sighed before she grabbed Amber’s hand and said, my magic was corrupted, Amber. Amber’s eyes widened and so did Ashley’s, corruption is a very bad thing and the worse thing that can happen to anyone. Corruption is when black magic or the dark energy enters the body of a supernatural and corrupts their pure spiritual energy. Someone as strong as Ashely can deal with it and so can Dawn, but the problem is that Dawn’s magic was corrupted before she reached her full potential. The fact that she was alive all this time is proof of how strong she is.

Photographs that had never seen a courtroom because courts don’t do royalty. Ministers with their hands where taxes ought to be. Port chiefs counting something that wasn’t cargo. Auditors hugging people they were hired to hate. He didn’t have to explain. Corruption smells the same in every century. “The Insurance Book,” he said. “We had to keep it when we lost the rest.” “You lost the mills,” I said, “But you kept the pressure. Smart.” “We lost the mills,” he corrected softly, “but we kept a bit of leverage. Not much, and it doesn’t age well.”