Fatal Flaws Novels & Stories

“…It’s learning how to use them.” The words felt wrong even as I said them. Because flaws were never supposed to be an advantage Imperfection was supposed to break systems. Not strengthen them Not refine them Not… weaponize them Theodore exhales sharply “…So we just made it worse.” I don’t argue “…Yes.” Aurelion’s light dims slightly “That shouldn’t be possible.” Eryndor mutters “It shouldn’t have been possible a long time ago.”

Everything that she was doing was a failure, would it even be better if she would just die at this point. "You would even do me a favor if you would just die. What a burden!" "Just die, will you? Why can't you just die from being beaten!?" "You're no use in this world. You're stupid, you're ugly. I should probably just sell you so you could be of use!" Those words had always been ringing in her mind whenever she was left alone, whenever she would make a mistake. She heard steps closing in on her. From the small gaps of her fingers, she saw Michael standing in front of her. She could only see his hairy legs, and she didn't want to look up to see his face.

"Calm down. It’s not your fault. Partially it’s our fault too. Denzel was so scared that he couldn’t tell you. He was afraid you will stop him for going with the procedure. I and Win talked to him but he wanted to surprise you on your anniversary. He didn’t mean any wrong. He wanted the family to be completed. He wanted to pull you out of the insecurity you had. He wanted to tell that nothing is impossible in this world only if you have the courage to endure it. He failed the first time and he was too afraid and desperate that he didn’t even think about his health. The doctor had advised him to start the second procedure after 3 months, but he went to him after 2 months. His body was yet to

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.

"Specifically, the concept of hamartia. The fatal flaw. Can anyone give me an example from The Great Gatsby?" The class was silent. "Evans?" Mrs. Carter prompted. "You had some interesting thoughts on Gatsby last week." Evans stopped writing. He slowly lifted his head. He didn't look at the teacher. He turned his head, just an inch, and looked directly at me. His eyes were dead. No anger. No heat. Just a flat, hollow emptiness that was terrified me more than his rage ever could. "Gatsby's flaw wasn't loving Daisy," Evans said, his voice raspy. "It was thinking she was worth it. He thought she was a dream. But she was just a coward who liked shiny things."

A shiver of perplexity ran through the crowd. Ethan felt a knot in his stomach. When he attempted to restart the system from his iPad remotely, nothing happened. Then, the unimaginable occurred. A warning message in red letters flashed on the screen: "SYSTEM DEFECTED. DETECTED UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS.” The blood in Ethan ran cold. The audience screamed as lines of code ran across the screen, exposing a serious flaw in his software. Then, in real-time, the NOVA system failed, bringing down important test cities for Ethan's urban infrastructure models.

“you had better not flatter yourself nor get ahead of yourself either. You won’t even be able to control yourself much more control any darn thing. And most especially not him, nobody controls Salvatore.” He didn’t like women with opinions. He liked silence. He liked obedience. He liked brainless porcelain. And Sapphire? Sapphire was fire. Sharp. Reckless. The kind of woman who’d slit your throat mid-kiss. She lowered her eyes. Played with the oversized rock on her finger like she needed something to do with her hands. The ring didn’t suit her. None of this did. She looked like a doll in the wrong box. A queen trapped in a cheap glass castle. And I really wish that she knew it.

“You think I don’t know that you purposely blamed your miscarriage on Arla, don’t you? You won’t escape punishment here, and she won’t let you off the hook either!” Rebecca’s face fell. I was not that happy to see them fight amongst themselves. Although I had sought justice for myself, I was dead. Their shameful pretense of love had been exposed before me. It was pathetic, but I was heartbroken. My spirit had been through the wringer. I could see that I would soon disappear from this world. I could not waste a second longer. With that in mind, I pushed myself to fly toward my daughter. She blinked and stared at me curiously. Then, she grinned.

she dared to say. "It's a prideful thing to say my child. We all commit one wrong or the other everyday especially females. You can't help it. You seduced your boss in one way or the other. You lead him to act that way. Just like Eve." He said with the patience of one explaining a complicated topic to a little child. Selena opened her mouth to launch a protest about his accusations but he held a finger against his lips. "Do not speak to me my child but speak to our father." He had already gotten rid of her shorts and now led her towards the bed .

“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