Fatal Flaws Book Novels & Stories

*You have no idea what others are dealing with in their personal life so just be nice, its that simple! This book is a complete work of fiction, No name, event or happening in this book are real. If any is found common or same as real life event or happening, then it is coincidental and shouldn't be taken personally or seriously. I apologize in advance for any error you may find in this book. Please constructive comments are welcomed, (I'll reply) but any annoying comment would be ignored and deleted. 💛 Flourish Ruth Felix (also known as love_richie)

I know that many of you might be enraged because of their horrible pasts but I did warn you all from the beginning that this book is a DARK-ROMANCE for a reason. My characters are flawed because no one is perfect and that they were unfortunate victims of circumstances. This part was really hard for me to write, I'll be honest. Let me know your thoughts on it!

"That is decay. It's stagnation. It's a pattern eating itself alive because it's too afraid to grow. True strength isn't in being perfect and static. It's in being resilient. In being able to bend without breaking. In learning from the crack and becoming more beautiful because of it." He looked at the cube, his gaze unwavering. "Your first flaw isn't your end. It's your beginning." The cube went utterly dark. For a terrifying moment, Sela thought they had broken it. That the paradox had been too great, and it had simply shut down.

I said, my amber eyes flaring with a hard, defiant light. I stood up, and I didn't reach for the Void-Blade. I reached for the Mess. I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were becoming grey statues, their density being subtracted by the field. I looked at the Twins, who were becoming stylized icons of children. "THEY AREN'T ARCHIVES!" I screamed. I didn't use power. I used Inconsistency. I grabbed Félix’s hand, and Nathaniel’s, and Arthur’s. We formed a "Chain of the Flawed." I didn't reach for the "Ideal" version of our victory. I reached for the Failures.

​The Flaw of Trust: He confessed that his inability to trust anyone led to the creation of the disastrous Voidance Clause (in the decoy will) and the five-year Escrow sentence (in the true will). ​The Flaw of Pride: He admitted that his pride forced him to rely on his own brilliance, leading him to overlook the ethical decay that almost destroyed the company. ​The Flaw of Attachment: He wrote extensively about his contempt for Damian's attachment to Tasha and the subsequent disaster of the car accident. ​"It can't be one of the corporate flaws," I stated, tapping the screen. "He leveraged those flaws to test us. The answer has to be personal and deeply embarrassing to him."

Behind the grown up woman, AbdulRahman saw a little girl, a broken little girl. Amirah hated feeling weak, she was strong. She'd built up her walls, she'd been weak and that was why Adnan did what he did to her so she built an exterior front but behind it all, she was still that little girl, the sweet shy Amirah that Adnan had taken advantage of. She was broken. She thought she was over it but today her walls crumbled and she'd showed the part of her she'd always kept hidden, the part where she was just a little naive girl.

⸻ Flawed. ⸻ Messy. ⸻ Human. ⸻ Back in the room— Ethan whispered, ⸻ “…Pick us.” ⸻ Adrian didn’t speak. ⸻ But his eyes said everything. ⸻ Victor exhaled slowly. ⸻ “…This is the flaw.” ⸻ Kade tilted his head. ⸻ “…Or the advantage.” ⸻ Lena stepped closer. ⸻ Closing the last bit of distance.

"You never were." "The Auditor believes I am." "The Auditor is wrong." "The Auditor has never been wrong." "Then this will be the first time." Jack looked at the compass. Its needle rested in its true-north position, pointing at the figure with steady warmth. "The Fourth Defect is not a bug. It is the foundation. You are the cost that the universe was built on. Removing you, suppressing you, correcting you, would be like trying to fix a building by deleting its foundation." "The Auditor's framework does not have a category for foundations."

Shane nodded and started to listen to her, “Miss Shane, that day when you broke up because of me I’m really sorry. It’s not her fault but me. Roxy was so drunk that night. I saw her crying and depressed when I entered her office. I talked to her and comforted her, I like her so much that’s why I can’t bear to see her crying desperately that night. She thought that the one who’s hugging her was you and not me that night. She kisses me with love because she thinks you are the one with her. She called your name multiple times, Because I love her so much I was blinded by my love for her so I seized the opportunity that came in front of me. I make love with her pouring all my feelings for her but

But… But there is this crack. This dull, humiliating pain, unlike anything I have known. It is not the anger of a deal gone wrong, or the sadness of a loss. It is the slow corrosion of murdered trust. It is the sudden loneliness at the very heart of the partnership that defined my life. And faced with this, even a Ferrari can tremble. In private. In absolute secrecy. They will know. Not everything, perhaps. But they will see through the unspoken words, the slightly too long silences, the too-cold gleam in my eye. They are experts in reading the ruins behind the facades.