Fail Better Book Novels & Stories

And spoke just four words. “You both failed.” — End of Chapter 29 —

~~~~~~~~~~~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.

I don't even know what I'm drawing. "Yeah, well maybe you don't know about it because you haven't read it yet!" I snap at him. Fucking know-it-all! He shrugs and doesn't say anything facing forward. I look down at my paper. As much as I just happen to love maths, note the sarcasm, I can't fail it. Failing it means, summer school. And, I + Mr Clark + Summer school = Total and utter destruction. See? I know how to solve some maths problems! I grin to myself. Looking down at my paper again, I frown and groan loudly.

The full detail of what happens is in Harry and Brooke's book! ^ I really hope that makes sense aha.

"I'm happy they're here finally." ****Sorry for the short chapter. Mind's been on a wild rollercoaster for a ride. I will not be responding to negative comments. I simply will find a way to block you from my books. I'm not forcing any of you to read, your negative comments are disrespectful not only to me but other readers who happen to be enjoying the read. Please just simply don't read if it's something you don't like. Thanks****

he suddenly asked her. “My life is completed. Who said that a bad decision can change one’s life completely?” She hugged them both. “Who said that one day your will stop with your dumb ideas?” He joked and she hit his chest. “I didn’t even need alcohol to be dumb.” They both burst into laughter. “I accept your flaws, even your flawed resolutions.”

*2 minutes later* I've reached school, and headed straight to the library to study, for my upcoming exams. Am smiling to myself ear to ear, cause I know am going to pass with flying colors. {1 Bell Ring} I have first-period Math AP with Mr. Clay, he's strict but a great teacher. He once failed a student for cheating on a quiz he gave us two weeks ago. Anyway, we entered the classroom and taken our seats. *Bell ring* Make sure you do your homework from pages 134-167. It does next week Thursday, also make you study those pages cause you a test on plus it's a major grade. After his finished announcement, we went to our next class.

I saw it—Gideon Salton taking cash from his buddies, one after another. That was when it clicked: I was just the punchline in some bet. The ones who lost laughed first, then rolled their eyes like I was the idiot. "Madison Montclaire, do you even get how much I lost 'cause of you? Use your brain for once." "We've told you a million times—Gideon's way outta your league. You really thought he'd marry you?"

Marcellus picked up the parchment. His fingers were steady. His eyes were not. Only for a moment. Then the black calm settled back into place. “Well?” Amelia asked. He placed the parchment in the drawer and closed it. “It failed.” “Things keep failing around me.” “Yes.” “What does that mean?” “It means the tools being used are insufficient.” Amelia stood so quickly that the chair scraped against the floor. Somewhere high above, a book hissed. “I’m getting really tired of being spoken about like I’m an equipment problem.”

Every broken tether tugged at the edge of my concentration, like dozens of voices falling silent all at once. Inconvenient. That was all. The survivors would answer for this embarrassment. I could not punish the dead. Death was too merciful for failure. I hoped they burned in the underworld for all eternity for their failure. But those fortunate enough to survive tonight would learn precisely what failure cost them. Absolutely pathetic! Weakness spread through an organization like rot through timber. Ignore it for too long, and eventually the entire structure collapsed beneath its own decay. I would cut out every trace of it.