The Defective Novels & Stories

"If I knew I had an audience, I'd have played it better." I don't think it's possible for it to get better. I haven't seen someone that plays the piano as effortlessly as him. Not me, not even Tara, no body. This boy deserved to be celebrated. Who'd have thought someone as weird as Alex could have an heavenly side like this to him. "You don't have to. That was superb." He did an exaggerated Awwwwwnnn even though I could tell he probably get comments like this everytime. "Why Boulevard of Broken Dreams? That's a very old song. "

She's always referring to Caleb as cardiac and I still don't get why. " It's Caleb, ma. And we're no longer together. We broke up." Or he broke up with you? " Why? So you finally realized that boy is nothing but a pile of horse shit and he's not good for you." I sigh. " Mom..." I sigh and go back to my bed. The more I stare at my mirror, the more I ask myself where did I go wrong. How did I fuck up my four years relationship. I guess it wasn't even meant to be in the first place.

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

I questioned hm “Nahh.... I mean you said he is fond of vintage car, right? People obsessed with such car usually don’t like disturbance of new technology in them as it will ruin their aesthetic Vintage feel........ I don’t think that he must have included any modern technology, at least that’s what my gut is telling me...” Stefan replied and I was quite... “Hmm... if you say so, just ensure your gut isn’t taken out because of your gut feeling...” I replied with sarcasm

I know it was not an easy battle but I need to make it right. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Nobody said it was easy... 🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵 Sorry for the ungrammatically Thank You!

Not with Devia. Not with anyone.

"I’m not the Sinner, Lucian. I’m the one trying to hold the wall up." I stood silently. The doubt lingered in the air, a heavy fog. "The corruption in the loop," I said slowly. "You said you could fix it." "I can," Damian said. "It’s a backdoor. A flaw in the fractal’s geometry. It allows data to slip through the cracks. I designed it into the theory years ago, never thinking anyone would actually use it for malicious code." "Can you use it against him?" Damian’s eyes gleamed with a sudden, fierce intelligence.

Israel I tipped the glass and downed the content in one gulp. I grabbed the wooden panel and stared right ahead, head pounding and my eyes unseeing. A lot of things did not make sense. The attack was the least of my problem since we'd gotten to the pack house. It'll be harder, if not impossible, for them to penetrate the fortress and the ancient security around it. No. My problem was centered on my wife. Centered was maybe the wrong word to use, considering how well she tilted my world on its axis, perfectly disrupting its smooth running.

He knew she was confused, like him. This woman had nearly made him crazy. How could she say if he doubted her? Werewolves never evolved from being constantly stressed; being constantly resilient makes us sick. I know she was anxious, mad, and scared, but feeling anxious is difficult because it is supposed to only ever be short-term. We adapt, we get along, but saying that it is "normal" is inappropriate, even if everyone is feeling it. We evolved for a love-nexus and live in a money-nexus. Trust is like mortar between bricks; hatred takes the mortar away, for one is bonding and the other is atomizing. Werewolf should have been born into a loving kin, the one your biology led you to expect, I

"Very good." "Is this going somewhere?" I asked without reading any further. "In the case of two months old Jevan Hollen, YOU ARE THE DAMN FATHER!!" "Wait! What? How is this possible?" "I'll tell you how it's possible. The DNA test you first issued had been tampered with and changed. Someone clearly set you up to show Jevan isn't your son when he clearly is." "Oh no! No, no, no!" I shouted as I held my head down and cried.