Fatal Flaws Book Novels & Stories

He could never win with her, never get a word in. When the flashback ended, Bashir Bakura cursed himself for being so unsuccessful at the time, for taking the money Bushratou's father had offered and gone abroad to make a name for himself in architecture. It was one of his worst decisions. His second most regretted decision was never checking up on the child Bushratou had and his worst ever decision, was marrying Yaana. He regretted it bitterly.

"But being here right now, I realised how foolish I was believing all the things that you've said. I strayed down the wrong path, but Alhamdulillah, I am on the right track now." "You are foolish if you think that you would ever be happy Aslan," Mr Demir chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "There is no redemption for the likes of you and I. You are a murderer and a drug addict. You have been on drugs since you were a child and you think taking a few years off of it would make you better? You think having the right girl would make you be a better man? No, I do not think so. Sooner or later, you would go back to being who you are. You would drop the charade and become the man that I ha

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But now looking at myself in the mirror, like 'really' looking at myself in the mirror I've come to see that Dili's words were actually true I was the complete opposite of overweight I was extremely underweight. The doctors and the nurses at the rehabilitation center did try to tell me this but I completely blocked them out because of mere words by other people. God I truly was pathetic. "But I'm full of flaws" I muttered weakly with tears still running down my cheeks. Dili first gave me a bright smile though I could spot a little sadness in his features. "Who isn't? You're only human Rica, no one is above flaws" I sniffed "Even you, the schools golden boy?" I joked trying to brighten the mo

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

" Janet loved luxury brands. However, since she did not really have the money, she could only buy high-quality knockoffs to keep up appearances. She tried everything to package herself as a socialite, all just to break into the rich kids' circle and land herself a wealthy boyfriend she actually liked. In my previous life, when I heard her say things like that, I kept trying to stop her. "This kind of thing, renting yourself out, it's way too easy to run into guys with bad intentions. If something happens, you may not even be able to explain yourself." Back then, I also warned her that being rich did not automatically make someone a good person. A relationship could not be judged on money alo

"Eli... my poor son, Eli... I've failed you... I was blind... "I was wrong... let me pay with my life... please come back to me, son..." He sobbed until he couldn't breathe, collapsing to the floor like a fish gasping on dry land, convulsing as if he'd vomit up his very soul. I floated above him, watching his belated remorse. I felt nothing—not even satisfaction. 'Father, your tears and confessions mean less to me now than the mud on that mass grave.' Matthew looked at the broken man on the floor, muttered something about bad luck, turned on his heel, and walked out. He never came back.

“I was thinking about why you need me as your secretary when you already have one. The man at the table outside your office is your secretary, isn’t he?” “He is, but can’t I have two secretaries? I’m a busy man with lots of work to do. I need more than one to assist me.” I bit the insides of my bottom lip, sighing subtly. “Now let’s go back to my coffee. Even if you did it on purpose or not, you still deserve a punishment for failing to follow my instructions, don’t you, little wolf?” I didn’t say anything and gritted my teeth in silence. Of course, I know the mighty Alpha Lucius won’t let anyone off the hook no matter how small the mistake is. He’s a perfectionist, narcissist, arrogant, ove

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Blake. I hope you find an assistant who meets your expectations.” She turned to leave. But before she reached the door, she stopped and looked back at me. “You asked what my flaw was. Why I keep getting rejected.” She straightened her posture, lifted her chin, and met my eyes with pure steel. “For men like you, and every other interviewer who turned me down, my flaw is my children. But they’re wrong. My children are my greatest strength.” She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “My real flaw is caring what people like you think.”

This was escalation. Real. Unpredictable. Dangerous. And exactly the kind of environment I had apparently been built to survive. The kind that would either prove Hale's theories about human malleability, Or break them completely. My lips curved again slow, deliberate, genuine. "Finally," I said, and meant it. And somewhere deep in the system, in the code and protocols and carefully constructed architecture of control, The first real fault line began to crack.