Fail-safe Novel Novels & Stories

I froze outside the door, silently lowering the hand I had raised to knock. After that, I quietly went to the hospital and ended the life of the unborn child. He came up with all sorts of excuses to refuse me, yet he was willing to have a child with another she-wolf. The thought alone sent a deep sense of disappointment creeping into my heart. That night, Nora sent me a photo. It was a screenshot of a chat. She and Ethan were excitedly discussing which brand of baby formula to buy. A few minutes later, she deleted the screenshot and apologized to me, saying, "Oops, sorry, Lucy! I sent that by mistake. You probably didn't see it, right?"

The drive home seemed like it took forever- even though it was only about 20 miles. I was hoping I didn’t crush Will’s self confidence too easily. I felt awful that he had went through such a terrible accident that would leave him without an arm, and just when hope was attainable for him to be able to fit in, he was deemed unacceptable by society. People were always so judgmental and and broke my heart… especially since he seemed like such a nice guy.

He took a seat; beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He was nervous. By the gods, I gave birth to a moron. “It seems our plan backfired.” He took a sip of water. “Not only are the refugees safe, our people didn’t even get a chance to act.” I glanced at him. “Tell me something I don’t know.” He frowned at my cold voice, but he was quick to mask it. Whoever fired that arrow knew the guard had been capture. They knew where he was being questioned. They knew was going to talk and they silenced him. There weren’t many people capable of moving so quickly. Which meant only one thing. Someone close to us was playing their own game.

She began looking around frantically trying to figure out who has slipped that note in her pocket, but it was just Paul and her in that elevator. She started hyperventilating. Sweat started to flow down her face. She was having a panic attack. Slowly she slid down the walls of the elevator and grabbed her knees. Her thoughts driving her to complete madness. That the thing about addicts, once they have sobered up no matter how many years they have gone without so much as thinking about relapsing, their demons still follow very closely behind them. Abigial's had just caught up to her. Three little words, and she was back in the small apartment her and Azria shared for two years. Three little w

Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about? Sincerely Cassiopeia is about the diary of a girl named Cassiopeia. People call her "The Flower Bud of Veluven" because of her emanating beauty, kindness and [insert all of the good qualities that a female lead could possess only because she is the protagonist]. The whole novel was told in her point of view. Unfortunately, there is only one ending for Valeria: Death. I realized, that I am in a hellish world and I will die eventually. Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly!

God knows he needed all the connections and comrades he could get. “Baranov,” he speaks up when they neared Dimitri’s estate. “How do you balance everything? The only thing that went through my mind when that shotgun was pointed at my head, was that I would never see Devyn or my kids again. I’ve never had to think about my family because I knew they could protect themselves. But it’s different once you’ve met the woman you know is meant to be yours. How do you keep calm knowing that the slightest action done in error could be your last?” he asks, feeling a bit embarrassed to ask this question, but knowing that Dimitri would be the only one to answer him truthfully.

Chapter 4- Target The fear spread to Elise entirely that halted her breathing. The man Samantha talking right now is no other than the villain in the early chapter of the novel. He’s a complete psycho! A nut dog who has a sadistic tendency. Elise is having goosebumps remembering the scenes from the book she read. Elise spend her time in the orphanage creating a plan and she admit that she’s taking her time but his appearance brought panicked to Elise, she needed to get her grief, it’s a real thing but her trembling never subsides

I don't want that from him. *** It's funny how lives change in seconds. Lives that cease to be when someone dies and others that shatter when it happens. It's a domino effect, a snowball that grows as it gains momentum. My life changed when I met Nick, it changed when we got married, and it changed when he died. I feel ready for another change. "Passengers of Flight 143 with boarding for Chicago, please proceed to the gate F." I hear the robotic voice for the last time as I confront my fear of flying for the next five hours back home.

“Because I will say goodbye, then,” “Nuh-uh!” He chuckles. “Not yet. Amuse me first,” I close my eyes because I am smiling like an idiot. My heart feels giddy, and I want to squeal like a teenager. “Hmm...” I press my lips, thinking fast of something that would amuse him. “Well, Stella made me read a part of her novel, and it was...” I bite my lower lip. I open my eyes, and I can see some stars fading their glow.

He was always better at the physical labor. I felt the blood drain from my face as the realization hit me like a physical blow, because 422 Wall Street was the old Wolfe headquarters that had been condemned five years ago after a "structural failure" that nobody ever explained. "Lazarus protocol," I whispered, the words tasting like bitter ash in my mouth. "Darius, he didn't just have one reservoir... he had a backup. If the Sanctuary failed, the 'fuel' was meant to be triggered right in the middle of the city as a fail-safe."