Corrupted Gf Novels & Stories

His hazel eyes burned with untameable fury as he stomped to the kitchen. He tossed the now blood-stained white shards into the trash repressing the urge to break something. Preferably, his wife's neck. The harsh treatment she dished out the staff made him hate her that little bit more. He understood that maids anguish a great deal. He worked like a dog, scrubbed every floor, fixed every broken piece of furniture that got destroyed whenever his 'precious' Serenity decided to blow a gasket and take her fury out on either himself, the staff, or the furniture. In the past, he had tried to get her therapy, had tested out different relaxation techniques, and such but she would always quit after, a

She bypassed one screen, then another, then a third, but each time she got close, more red warnings burst across the display. Fragments of video glitched into blackness. Documents opened in broken symbols. Entire folders screamed access denied before crashing. For a while, neither of us spoke. Then Inara leaned back slowly and laughed. It was low, cold and absolutely not amused. “These sons of bitches,” she muttered. My stomach sank. “Bad?” “Bad?” She glanced at me with a dark grin that held no humor. “Babe, this isn’t just corrupted. This is a professional burial. Someone didn’t damage these files by accident. They carved them up, salted the grave and then built a church over it.”

Segments of it glowed a faint, steady red: hazardous but intact. Another—purple line—offered a more direct path, but several sections flashed in rapid succession, the track symbols surrounded by jagged little error spikes. “Corrupted,” Jax said, tapping the purple line. “Bet you a week’s worth of loot. That’s where the worst bullshit lives.” “Corrupted usually means shortcuts and bugs,” I said slowly. “Good loot. Bad stability.” Three pairs of eyes turned to look at me. “What?” I said. “You’re not the only one who sunk too many hours into badly balanced games.”

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

"I'm driving someone to death? The wedding's been pushed back nine times, Camille. If anyone's being driven to the edge here, it's me." Just like in my previous life, I was returned like damaged goods, over and over again, while the rumors piled up around me. "Miles Hartwell has to be a kept man. Why else would he put up with this kind of humiliation?" "He's punching way above his weight and too stupid to take a hint. Thought he could marry into money, and now look at him." "The baby probably isn't even his. Why else would she have boyfriends coming and going like that?" I had already been seriously ill because of her, and the stress of it all hit me so hard I was throwing up, too weak to ev

"The file was corrupted but not overwritten. There is data there. It is going to take time and the output will be degraded." "Run it," Janet said. Kelly initiated the recovery process and leaned back in his chair, and they waited in the hum of the server room while the system worked at extracting something that someone had tried to make unviewable. Janet pulled out her phone and texted Liam. *Three Marcus Jeffersons in the system. Two are not him. Third record has a corrupted photo — running recovery now. The address in the file is the same address from Avery's documents.* She put the phone away.

that would be iconic I stared at their messages for a long time. These girls who made me laugh. Who sent me memes and checked in on me and didn't know. Couldn't know. Because if they knew, everything would change, and I couldn't let everything change. Not right now. Not when I was this close to having something that looked like a plan. They would give me pity, I don't want to be pitied. I typed back: Me: it's not haunted. unfortunately. the gardens are actually really nice though

I didn’t want to appear like I was scared of him, or else he would exploit that feeling. “I want it all,” I whispered. He smirked when he heard me and looked at me with even more pride. He gripped my neck with one hand and looked at my chest. “You’re not ready.” Just like that, I felt like cold water had been poured on my head. I was confused. He clearly wanted me badly, and I had done what he asked. Why did he claim I wasn’t ready? “What?” “You’re not ready, Gattina. There’s uncertainty in your eyes.”

* The revelation of why the 'Pieces' turned like that made all the people inside the room freeze, Sirzechs, Grayfia, Azazel, and Michael were the most affected ones. *Since the 'Juggernaut' was stopped then I should have become better?... wrong. Everything just became shit!* *At that moment the 'Evil Pieces' inside my body were further corrupted, and they became eight malicious spots which devoured my body and 'Life Force' constantly. I named those eight spots 'Corruption', but if you think that was the worst think again! * - Ise kept throwing jabs at everyone, they didn't even know what to do.

**** “I have told you not to murmur while coming to my corner; stop bringing a bad mood to my corner Edam, what is the problem now?“. Terry asked as Edam entered his room. “It's like I have lost my authoritative life, it's like I am now as cool as ever, it's more clear that I have lost my spark of brutality”. Edam shouted. “Calm down and talk, I can't hear you clearly, speak fast guy”. Terry sounded anticipating. “I was stopped by two senior secondary school students who placed loads of warnings and threats on me in the name of me being the one that is behind the corruption of his brother”. Edam replied to him.