Fail Better Book Novels & Stories

The music faded away and Ricks angry voice filled my ears. “It’s all your fault. Now I’m the joke of the day.” My eyebrows furred. “What are you talking about?” “What did you think would happen when you took that bike?” Spit flew from his mouth as his words slurred together. “Now everyone thinks I’m income…icump….icompen…” Believing he would never find the word; I completed his sentence. “Incompetent.” His grip tightened. “Don’t correct me.” He looked at me with disgust. “I hate you. You know that? He always thought you were better than me and now you do too.”

"I know it's too late, but... maybe we could still have another baby." I scoffed. "How many times are you gonna say that, Jacob?" He just stood there—blank, lost. "The first baby was gone, and you said that. Then the second... and you said it again. But you know what?" My voice cracked. "After the first miscarriage, my body was wrecked. That second baby was a miracle." I swallowed hard. "And you destroyed that one too. "There's no next baby, Jacob. And no future for us."

"What if I fail? What if foundation fails? What if I hurt more children trying to help? What if I am not ready? What if—what if I am still broken? Still dangerous? Still—Marcus's weapon pretending to be human?" "Then you fail. And you learn. And you try again. Or you quit. Or you change direction. Or you—accept that failure is part of trying. That broken people can still help. That weapons can choose to build. That—you do not have to be healed to be helpful. You do not have to be perfect to be good. You just have to—try. Honestly. Openly. With full awareness that you might fail. That you might hurt people. That you might—be wrong. And trying anyway. Because the alternative is—nothing. Is par

The one place where luck could not substitute for actual ability. He looked at his panel. [ Mana: F ] He already knew what the output evaluation would show. He was going to fail it in front of the entire academy. He put the book back on the shelf. Then he pulled it back out again. He had come to read, and he was going to read. He carried the book to the nearest table on the upper walkway and sat down. He had read about four pages when the shelf beside him groaned. Kael looked up.

"Things went wrong the first two times because of your own problems. The first time you took the exam, you fainted. "The second time, you suffered from appendicitis. Why are you blaming others because you did badly in the exam?" Everyone else shot me disdainful looks. However, I showed a video taken by a passerby during the exam. "Everyone, let's see who fainted in the hall during the college entrance exam."

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

I reply, not feeling the words in my heart, "She would be suitable for the position, but I know the Alpha is hoping for a love match." "A love match?" Margaret asks, staring as a new girl approaches Tyson, "I'm surprised the Alpha doesn't think love is overrated." "Why do you say that," I ask, trying my hardest to stare at the dance floor instead of watching her reaction to my question. "Everyone knows what happened with his father; I just find it hard to believe the Alpha believes in mates anymore after that." She replies solemnly, making me peek at her from the corner of my eye. "He chooses not to let the past decide his future," I reply, turning my full attention towards her when she lets

She frowned as she tried to use his card. “I’m afraid that the card has been declined due to insufficient funds,” she said. “That’s not possible,” Kevin said. “Try again.” She tried again to no avail. “Let me pay through mobile money,” Kevin said. He quickly completed the transaction and checked into his room. When he was ordering food from an app, his debit card disappointed him again. Kevin then tried transferring some money from his account to his mobile phone and it failed. In a panic, Kevin called the bank.

These came like forced memory, like I had already lived the end and was being dragged back through it again and again until I could no longer tell whether I was seeing the future or reliving some future grief that had already happened somewhere the Moon could see. The barrier failed in every vision. Not weakened. Not strained. Failed. I saw cracks race through it like veins of light splitting stone. I saw the old seals distort and scream. I saw the Prima society gather with all the training and knowledge they had spent generations protecting, and I saw them fail. Not once. Every time. Every time.

“Never. Marcus was sick from the minute he was born. As the boys grew, Marcus became sicker, so I moved the family to the country, hoping it would cure his aliment. It didn’t. I kept Matthew away from Marcus, mainly because I didn’t want the boys to become close and have Matthew mourn his twins’ death when it finally happened. Soon, I took Matthew and moved to London to prepare him for his title. His mother died and Marcus lived with his grandmother. It was during those years when his body finally failed and took his life.” Although the story was sad, familiarity nudged at her memory. Where had she heard this tale before? If she wasn’t mistaken, the sad story sounded so much like… She gasped