Fatal Flaws Novels & Stories

"He behaved strangely on the day he left, and the timing of the crash is far too coincidental! He was taking revenge on the company! I suggest we call the police immediately!" I let out a cold laugh and closed the video. Soon after, Oliver sent another message: [The CEO didn't accept Jason's suggestion. Instead, he formed a team of technical experts to investigate the cause of the failure. When Jason heard the decision, his face went white instantly.] I smiled faintly and continued browsing job listings in my hand. By evening, Oliver sent another video. The head of the expert team was reporting their findings to the executives. "After a thorough inspection, we have determined that the system

"Why is this happening? I clearly completed the task! Why does it keep saying I failed? You tampered with it, didn't you? You're trying to frame me!" However, no one in the room answered her. Her madness looked ridiculous. At that moment, the technician examining the software finally spoke up. "That's enough. Stop pretending. This software design is fundamentally flawed." He turned the laptop screen so everyone could see. "What you built is nothing more than a basic motion detector. If the movement doesn't meet the exact standard you set, it automatically marks it as a failure. It has no real technical capability. Aside from detecting a raised hand, it can't actually recognize anything!"

He needed to get Nera to do a test, but that was going to be a big hurdle, especially since he had abandoned her when she needed him. He sucked at emotions; that was his biggest weakness and a very bad habit. If only he had stayed by her side. "Fuck!" He was mad at himself for being stupid. He quickly walked to the door but stopped; he needed to come up with a plan before approaching her. Meanwhile, Nera took a shower, regretting having tasted the useless coffee. She couldn't believe she fell for Marcus's nonsense. She got into her bedding, tossing and turning with irritation. She was no longer feeling sleepy. She got up, remembering she had not eaten anything. But then remembered that the s

He nodded me to the messy floor before walking upstairs. I took a moment gathering and counting the snack packs littered on the floor. I counted seven. Seven packets of cookies? How come? I barely finished a pack before. How in God’s name did I swallow seven packs of jumbo sized cookies?” My Dad was right about one thing – it’s easier for me to point fingers at someone else than be accountable. Sometimes , I look myself in the mirror and admit that I screwed up. It takes a delicate balance of strength and vulnerability to admit that I am the creator of my own problems. I was always angry at my Dad for not being home very often, or my mom for leaving…

, I said without looking at his eyes. "Look at me Nira. Look at me once and say everything what you said so far. Is it that easy for you to move on leaving me behind? We both know if we wanted to move on, we would've done that long time back. I want you Nira. You are my better half. I love you so much. I am sorry. I was such a stupid that I didn't believe you. Punish me, slap me, do whatever you want but please don't leave me. I don't have anyone in my life now Nira. My parents died. Vir is not even looking at me. Kirush is not ready to believe me. Now if you also leave me, I will definitely die. I know what I did to you is not right. But do you think I can send goons to kill my wife. Then I

She nodded "I know I'm the most horrible person in this world, but I'm so sorry I was not able to recognise you when I saw you. I should have apologize for everything I did. From our prom night to our marriage, for judging you for your imperfections when mine was piled up like a mountain. I love you Pearl, I can't live without you. I don't know how I survived those days without you. But at this point, just do whatever you want to. You're free to divorce me. I deserve it, I deserve everything you want to do. Just please, find a place in your heart to forgive me" ////////////////////////////////// Fly! not because you want to, but because you have to.—Penangel.

“The blight we thought was backlash from the Veil repair?” “Yes and no,” I answered. “The Veil’s strain gave it an opening. But this…” I gestured around us. “This is precision. It knows exactly what it wants.” Selene’s eyes met mine. “Us,” she said. “It wants us.” “Three anchors, one bond,” I agreed. “Break any one of us badly enough, the others wobble. Break the trust that sits between, and the whole structure shakes. The Veil is new, flexible, but it’s also vulnerable. If we fracture, it does too.”

"Just divorce her one more time—for me. The last time. And promise me, you'll never marry her again." Rage surged through me. I shoved her back. "Do you really think marriage is some kind of game? That you can just say yes and no whenever it suits you?" She stumbled into the sideboard, wincing as pain shot through her ribs. Bella's words replayed in my mind like a cruel echo: "Aaron, you keep marrying and divorcing like you collect loyalty stamps. "Get seven stamps, and what — the next one's free?" The words pricked at me like a tiny, relentless needle, barely there, yet sharp enough to lodge deep in my chest.

"What?" "Neither button does anything, Nathan. They're props. The trial wasn't about which one you'd choose. It was about watching you realize you're not as smart as you think you are." She knelt beside me. "Pride. That's your flaw. You believe your calculations are more valid than others' emotions. You betrayed Maya because you calculated she was too damaged to save. You shot Elijah because you calculated it was necessary. You manipulate everyone around you because you know you know better than they do."

Kamil had run off. She could not believe her father would marry her off like that. As she walked through the hallway, she had mistakenly bumped into someone really hard which sent her falling to the floor. “Dammit! Why do I always have to bump into people?” She cursed as she hissed in pain. Staring up, her eyes slowly widened as she saw who she had bumped into. “Lucas?” She called out, unable to believe her eyes. “What are you doing here?” She asked as she got off the floor, dusting the imaginary dirt that had latched onto her dress.