Novel & Cerita The Defective

"I've told mom seceray times that I didn't want to have anything to do with this girl, she's not what I want in a woman, infact she's not close to it" "But she's beautiful , you...." Marcus didn't let August finish the sentence before he snapped "would being beautiful take care of my kids?" "Infact, I just can't cope with that girl being around me" "You talk about her like she irritates you" "Yes she does, like have you seen her smoke and drink?" "I'm sure you're saying this because you've not seen this girl in display before" "Fun fact" he paused "she's a sex addict" August jaw dropped.

Checking Damien physical body didn't help much he still wouldn't turn on, it's very rare for us to get a faulty model, maybe it's my program messing with it's circuit, I wasn't sure, I tried my best. The problem ended up being a burned circuit in the inside of his board, not a very major problem but it's enough to get him to shut down. This felt like my bot was sick, I was worries, scared and not sure how to fix it, I'm a genius, but my biggest job and knowledge are programming, I don't usually do the mechanical work of building or fixing the models.

I take my time, watching her and wondering what would happen if someone hit her beautiful face, her high cheekbones and curly hair, I shake my head to remove the picture from my head and plead for forgiveness. "I'm not at fault because, wallah, I do not deserve any of the things that happened to me. I'm a victim of someone's inability to get the memo that my mother who was married to her husband is dead and I have no idea what I am." I feel tears running down my cheeks. I swipe at the tears and cover my face with my palms and sob into the comfort of my soft palms.

She was placed in a position depicting the likeness of a beggar. Dale had always wanted to evade East Bay far away from the tortures of Ken and Nicky to at least start a new life. But it now seemed that the last good man on earth had been killed. The journey had caused a tremendous change in her life pattern. The constant smirking he got from different situations had caused a concussion. Her brain had suffered a lot of whiplash and pounding lately. Her head now slightly bent towards her left shoulder, this defect which caused the head and brain to shake quickly backwards was now something to deal with. Now she had become physically disabled.

“You can make an Lv 6 of the Robotias self-destruct. Although we failed to restore Elora’s body this time, we didn’t suffer any losses.” “Really? Sylvio, do you know that the self-destructed Robotia Lv 6 is actually defective?” “What do you mean?” Sylvio was taken aback. “Simple! This Lv 6 was first produced by the Robotias’ mother brain. It has many defects and flaws so it’s considered a test product. That’s why we used it for self-destruction. Otherwise, do you think the Robotias will be so generous? Do you still think that you didn’t suffer any losses this time? Haha!”

Marcus, three years ago, in what looks like a lawyer's office. Marcus: "She can't have kids. Never told me until I was already invested. Led me on for two years knowing she was—" He pauses. "Damaged goods. That's fraud, right? Emotional fraud?" The lawyer's response is muted, but Marcus's next words aren't: "I want documentation. If she ever tries to claim I abandoned her, I want proof that she misrepresented herself. That she's defective." Defective. The word I've spent years unlearning, now preserved forever in video format.

I shook my head frantically, heart breaking. “No. Goddess, no. You’re perfect, Ian. Absolutely perfect.” His brows furrowed in confusion, but he waited, giving me time. “It’s me,” I said brokenly. “I’m the defective one. I want you — I really want you — but I can’t. My body won’t let me. The bond... it’s still there, just enough to ruin everything.” The shame was crushing. "I’m sorry," I choked out. "I'm sorry I can't love you the way you deserve. I’m sorry I can’t even give you half of what you've given me."

After the injections had already been administered. That was why Wenger had fled with the core backups. That was why Mr. D—the project's silent investor—had vanished for years. He had been searching for the fix. He had been hiding from the fallout. Since the problem lay in the defect, that meant a core completion protocol had to exist. A way to correct the damage. A way to reverse the rejection. Which meant this flaw could be cured. If she could obtain the complete sequence, Dominic could still be saved!!! The thought ignited in her chest and spread like wildfire through her veins. It burned through the fear, the doubt, the exhaustion. It gave her something to hold onto.

“So, you want a defective mate?” A deep growl emanated from him in response to the question, and I watched his eyes shift between colours. "You are not defective," he muttered, his jaw tensing. I blinked at him in confusion. What does he mean that I am not defective? “Have you not seen the brand on my neck? I am a defective mate; you know why a mate is branded as defective, right? I am unworthy.”

He remembered the vulnerability they had both displayed, the passion they had shared, and the genuine moments of connection. The ache in his heart intensified, and Reid was filled with a sense of misery and heartache. The turmoil he experienced wasn't solely due to Bella's deception; it was also dredging up painful memories from his past. He recalled the woman who had used him, manipulated him, and lied about being pregnant with his child. During that chapter of his life, he finds out from the doctors that he is infertile and that he will never be able to father a child. It was a wound that had never fully healed.