Fatal Flaws Book Novels & Stories

“Laura… I… Can’t…Breathe.” “Crud, I’m SO sorry.” She finally released me but kept me in her arms just at arm’s length, looking me over. “I hate to say it Chicka, but you look good. Like, way good…” She trailed off while still inspecting me head to toe, I crossed my arms feeling a little unsure as to what was happening…almost forgetting the book I had in my hand, and for the first time since leaving the library I took the time to inspect what Mina had handed me. “Shifters” was the titled, I bit back a snort, real original title. The book was bound in old leather and the binding had seen better days, the pages stained in yellows and almost browns. Some of the pages seemed to be bent over with

“He was wrong.” Elena reached out, her fingers brushing the brittle page beside his hand, her touch feather-light against the weight of his sorrow. “He was afraid,” she corrected softly, her voice a balm poured over an open wound. “Afraid that feeling would make him weak. So he made weakness out of feeling, called it flaw, called it failure, called it anything but the truth.” She turned to her mother’s diary, opening it to a corresponding date, the pages whispering as they parted. “And she wrote this the same day, in secret, in defiance: ‘He calls my love a flaw. But I know it is the only thing that will outlast his stone. Stone crumbles. Love echoes.’”

she said eventually. “You won't,” Adam replied calmly. “at least, not yet. I know desperation and hunger for success when I see it.” Her fingers paused briefly against the cup. “There it is,” she muttered. “Arrogance.” Adam didn’t deny it. Because there was no point. Melissa exhaled lightly. “Havenridge is failing because it lacks systems,” she said. “The employees aren’t disciplined. The operational flow is inefficient. The supervisors likely cut corners constantly.” Adam listened quietly.

“The healer is dead.” The words hit Lyra harder than the rejection ever had. Her knees buckled. Kael caught her before she hit the stone, his arm locking around her waist with the kind of speed that had nothing to do with thought. His fingers dug into her, possessive and automatic, like his body refused to let her fall even when his mind wanted to push her away. Lyra barely felt it. Her mind was already fracturing. “No…” she whispered. “No, she can’t be…”

This really helped to make me love the book again. I also had the learning phase where I studied my mistakes. The ones I realized by myself and the ones my dear readers helped me to realize through your reviews on the book. More than anyone else, I agree that this book is flawed. So flawed. It’s nowhere near perfect but the whole writing process was also a learning phase for me. You can say the learning phase was the longest of all the other phases. I’m thankful to every single reader who made this book the success that it is. Trust me, it

Samanta's biggest flaw was her impulsiveness. Because of it, she made so many mistakes. Like those she made for the boy walking next to her. Her temper made her act upon impulse and immaturity. So much so, that she preferred to leave with the man who broke her heart in a million pieces, marking her life forever, instead of facing her feelings for Dominik. Pride was another one of her flaws.

"Core is fried. Drives are physically damaged. The data's gone. All of it." Martin's legs gave out. He collapsed onto the floor, mumbling, "Gone… It's all gone…" The launch was an obvious failure. Not only was funding out of the picture, but the penalty clauses would also hit hard. The company was doomed. "Police! Over here!" A commotion erupted at the entrance. Martin suddenly snapped upright like he had been electrocuted. He pointed at me and shouted, "Officer, it's her! She sabotaged my company's servers and caused the business to collapse! Arrest her!"

“Wrong feels too damn good with you. I don’t care about the rules when I’m buried so deep inside this perfect, tight pussy.” She sat up straighter, riding him with long, powerful strokes. The thick drag and stretch of his cock against her inner walls sent constant jolts of pleasure through her entire body. The wooden seat creaked rhythmically beneath their combined weight. “I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she admitted breathlessly, grinding harder against him. “Even though I know this could completely destroy my whole life and career.” Marcus groaned loudly, thrusting up harder. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, the heat and pressure building intensely. “Then let’s burn toget

The whole day went by with Hazel reading a book in her room, trying get her mind off the current situation. she didn't see Damien after breakfast, she guessed he was out working. She finally got tired and decided to take a stroll around the house, she was still trying to find her way around the house... it was just so huge. She wore a white flare dress that reached her knees and headed for the elevator which took her to the ground floor. This time, she let her hair lose, and it fell to her back.

He declared as he stared into my eyes. "First, allow me to say I am sorry, Megan, for all the hideous things I have done to you. I know what I had done was terrible, and I felt ashamed to admit my faults, but for the sake of my son and my entire family, I lower my pride and apologize." He added. "It wasn't my forte to apologize since I always believed I was right; only yesterday, I realized what a fool I had been for making my children suffer. I knew because of my stature in the society, and I have this notion that my words would always be right and final." He continued.