No Failure In His Dictionary Novels & Stories

"Do you need more time to think about it?" She turned to look at him. His expression was serious, slightly annoyed. "No ... I had plenty of time to think about it when you were gone, I don't think I can get through it again ... I can't handle any more failures, it's too much." He looked at the inside of his glass and swirled it, "That's precisely the point, we're not going to fail this time ... we're doing this to succeed." "We've always been doing it to succeed ... but we never did ... and the procedures I have to go through ... I read so many failed attempts, I don't think I can go through that again."

Failure was data. “We will not fail again,” he said. “We will learn our lesson. That boy Thorne made an error; he chose to spill his coin on a single act of conscience. He will be bypassed by our next move. We have better men now — or we will make them into better. We will harness quiet people and make them necessary. We will create a scaffolding of lies so complex that tearing it down will exhaust even their best hearts.”

“The ones that end up costing you more than you ever imagined.” I stayed silent, letting him speak. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, obviously frustrated. “You also don’t understand what it means to sacrifice so much against your own nature,” he said. “To fight against the very instincts that define you… only to discover that you still did everything wrong and there are still lapses.” His voice dropped even lower then. “I failed.” The words came out almost like a confession. “I’ve failed myself.” His gaze lowered to the floor.

His words were a plea, a confession, and a chain all at once. I tried to move, but his arms held fast, desperate, trembling. At some point, the fight went out of me. I simply stood there, his heartbeat drumming against my ribs. A long breath slipped from my lips. "Aaron," I said quietly, "I'm not someone worth losing yourself over. I'm ordinary. Forget me." He shook his head, eyes shut tight as if denying gravity itself. "I can't. I don't know how to be without you." Aaron had risen to power at a young age, mastering control over everyone and everything around him.

I took the spike in my other hand and stabbed it into the stone. “No!” cried out Evand. The pointed tip bounced off the crystal without leaving a mark. I tried again and again. I placed it on the ground and jabbed at it, to no avail. Everyone quietly watched me fail. Awkward. “It doesn’t work,” said Laney, miffed. “No,” I said, still trying. “Looks like the Queen sold us a dud.” Typical. When it came to my life, failure wasn’t an option, it was default mode.

There was no such thing as a try, either success or failure. The outcome of failure was death! In the past, it wasn't that no one in the Heaven-patrolling Prince’s Manor didn't try to subdue the whale-swallowing sword, but unfortunately, they all failed and died. Even during the peak, the Heaven-patrolling King had thought about subduing the whale-swallowing sword. But in the end, he gave up and did not insist to the end. It was all because the whale-swallowing sword gave him a very horrible feeling.

He smiled at me again. "You know what's the meaning of the word special, right? I think you know what's the meaning of what I said to you..." I frowned and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know!" I protested. He laughed. "Are you sure, sweetie? You can search from your dictionary the meaning of the word 'special' and even though I didn't tell you directly you have a clue to rely on," he explained. "If I'd look for a dictionary and see the meaning of the word 'special' we can't be sure if it's the same with it. You know what I mean," I said, frowning. He breathed deeply.

This time Moura didn't mind his tone or choice of words, he just yelled out his frustrated feelings. "I didn't. Please Moah don't say that don't say I failed you, I can never fail you. Please I didn't think it that deep, you saw it he was terrified, he didn't want me to do it, but I did it forcefully, you were there, he was so disgusted......"

I wonder what happened between them? “What’s wrong?” Juniur booped my nose. “Nothing,” I told him, and then I noticed he had some books in his hands. I straightened up a little and leaned against the counter, “Are you studying?” “Oh exam season is coming,” He nervously looked at the books, “Gotta make sure I pass,” He wasn’t looking too good, “I don’t want to be a failure…” He let out a sigh And his words just stuck to me, “A failure…?”

Anywhere but here. God, how could I have let this turn so sour? The plan had seemed so simple, so straightforward, and now… I had been naive. Once again, my lack of planning and experience had brought disaster raining down on us. Failure. Somewhere behind us, Luke’s lightning crackled and sizzled, a beacon of hope amidst the madness. But it was all I could do to keep moving forward, my heart pounding in my ears as the world around me descended into pandemonium.