Fatal Flaws Book Novels & Stories

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."

"I'm not perfect. Every one has their flaws" "I don't see any in you" "I have. I have so many dark flaws that will make you hate me. And trust me, I'm not gonna tell you that" I looked at him skeptically. "Huh?" "You heard me" he said. "I did. And you don't have any flaws. You're perfect and the most perfect guy" "Trust me you won't say the same after you know it all" "I trust you but not on this. I will never ever hate you no matter what happens. Even if you are some evil guy or the villain of my story"

They were in Uruguay, and she had specifically chosen a country that spoke a foreign language that she did not understand because she did not want to understand the gossip around her. The nurse cleaned up the baby and finally showed her. Nera noticed it was a boy, and from first glance, she could see Elijah written all over him. It was Elijah's, she had a big feeling it was him because he was the only one between the two men who would not mind releasing inside her. They cleaned her up, and Uncle Luke finally walked in. "It's the dead boy's child?" He asked "Yes," Nera replied. "I think the title of my book should be FATAL MARRIAGE," she said, looking away. THE END

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.

"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."

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.

And then he’d dropped it on me like a bomb, breaking up with me and walking out of my life with almost no explanation. What had I done to deserve this? How was it possible that a man that had always been so perfect had become so very flawed in such a short time? It wasn’t even that I’d expected him to be the Prince Charming of my fantasies when we had become something tangible. I had known that he wouldn’t be the Adonis I had always thought he was, and I had expected that he would have flaws. Everyone did. But having flaws was not the same as being an ass and hurting everyone.

Not weak— No. Unstable. Tiny flickers passed through Cassandra’s expression. Micro-delays. Micro-errors. A god… glitching. “You see it, don’t you?” Ethan said quietly. His voice wasn’t loud. But it carried certainty. “You’re not perfect.” Cassandra tilted her head. Analyzing. Recalculating. Rebuilding. “Perfection,” she said slowly, “is a process.” Her eyes snapped back into focus. “And I am accelerating.” The Human Flaw Ethan didn’t wait.

Dear readers, whatever I do,I always keep in my mind, "please don't judge a book by it's cover." I request you to do the same. As much as it appears as a cruel romance,this book has the passionate love we all crave for at least once in our life. This is my first book. I don't ask you to go easy on me. Let me know my flaws,so that I could learn from my mistakes. I'll put all the effort I am more than capable of to give you an amazing time while reading this. So let's help each other. Please leave your thoughts and views in the comment section.