best failures stories

Just a list of failures of the original novels I tried to write

This novel is about a guy who is from middle class background, who faced many difficulties. He fell in love with Amelia who is the daughter of Williamson, CEO of the company. He faced many obstacles ,many ups and downs for his love, to achieve his girl. novel has the touch of all edges of emotions love, laughter, sorrow, etc. it is lively., full of twists though.

It's story of boy with strange name "yusuke arcane" which is an absurd loser and has no skill , no talent , no hobby other then being Otaku . But after entering to one of best literature highschool in Kyoto ( by luck !! ) he decided to restart his life as new person . But on the ceremony day his eyes meets with the the long destinated girl which is daughter of chairman of skikano high . The events turns more complicated when childhood friend of yusuke get into same school and she still can't tell him about her first love Without knowing all this things yusuke just wants to remove tag of loser.... This is first season of the novel where Arcane and literature club members enjoy there first year in Highschool with there seniors ( senpai ) with some challenge ahead in there journey to make them strong individuals

What would you do if the world you live in actively disliked you and hated your existence? Would you hate the world the same as they hate you and take revenge? Or Would you take the hate of the world and take it to your grave, forgiving the world that invalidated your existence? Some may choose the initial statement and take revenge on the world and some may choose the latter because they feel the world will be better without them. But...What if I tell you that there's a third choice to that question? watch how Arc and the others answered this very question with their unique third-choice answers!

Failures leads us to Success.

A young adult wants to attempt suicide because he thinks his life is turning into a failure. Though he doesn't want to admit that he is becoming a failure who lives alone in a shabby third rate rented apartment. He is jobless and struggling to pay for his bills. He has a long messy hair, ungroomed beard and mustache, poor hygiene, and poor lifestyle he looks like a homeless man who's scavenging foods in garbage bins. The laptop he received from his parents when he entered college is the one and only treasure that he protects the most. It contains his life long dreams and goals in life but it also gave up and left him. It's his last straw of hope and it breaks. Without any reason to live, he decided to suicide. He wrote his last words and decided to post it in social media. He went to an Internet cafe near the apartment he's living to access the Internet and post his last words. He wrote his last words and scheduled the post at exactly 6pm. A couple of hours after his suicide so that no rescuers will be able stop him on time. Now he's out of the Internet cafe and he's on his way to his final moments. He felt that his every step gets heavier and all the memories from his childhood flashes one after another. He entered his room, he gets a stool and a blanket. He tied the blanket on one of the lumber from the ceiling near the door. He climbed the stool and he put his head inside a knot in the blanket and then he... He failed again. He's suicide attempt failed but something new opened up for him. An Opportunity from A Top Secret Organization. (Author's Note: Idecided na Tagalog nalang po yung story this time! Hope y'all like it!)

What if people have abilities? The people where a world called "Elmentus" were all born with individual abilities. Whether strong or weak abilities they have, it must be used to help each other. Azelus, Ignis Caeli Aquila Terrance Quint, age 16, wondered why people start to abuse their power for no good, they use it for crimes, use it for greediness, and use it to obtain more power by stealing each other's ability. Quint wants to restore the world from its destruction, with his faith to the highest deity, and with his good deeds, he pondered..., "What if the world continues to be in its chaos? "Will there be a hero to save it? "Will there be unselfish people who want to restore it like me?" "Will I be able to save it just on my own? ,"

Beneath a dark dome, eight shadows waited in silence. The Moon slowly rose in the sky, and the pale light filtering through the dome’s circular openings fell into the depths of the room, illuminating faces like ghosts. The ninth figure, Fai, had been summoned; chosen by the gods, he was to join the ranks of the wizards and become the final piece of the ritual. Fai was preparing to take the place of his father, Geyb, who had passed away just a few days earlier. The solstice was approaching, and time itself seemed to hold its breath. Dressed in his father’s heavy garments, he stood at the center of the eight wizards’ circular formation, directly beneath the empty opening in the dome. His heart pounded with both excitement and fear, each breath merging into the ritual’s silence. Outside, the wind whispered softly as the Moon’s light streamed through the dome, dancing across the room, creating a strange harmony with the dust and shadows. Fai tried to steady himself, pressing his trembling hands together within the folds of his robes. Finally, the light reached its peak. The wizards threw sparkling dust over Fai; the particles swirled in the dim white light, solidifying the invisible bond between him and the wizards. Drawing a deep breath, Fai stepped toward the center of the ritual. With each step, he moved through the shadows entwined with light, drawn toward the threshold of his own destiny in a divine silence. In that moment, time froze. The Moon’s glow and the mysterious presence of the wizards circled around Fai, carrying him to the threshold where sacred darkness and light converged.

I remember that life was always gray and dreary, those who saw it as grass and flowers were naive. Those who said that life revolves around the memory you made are fools. Those who spoke that life is a beautiful creation of some being are delusional. They think I'm pessimistic, an oddball of society, a piece of trash who doesn't have the will to live. In all honesty, they are just afraid, fearful that life won't be so green anymore, they felt rushed to enjoy life as it is. But I don't see it that way, life was never green or colorful to me. It was an illusion to cover up the impending doom of self-blame, destruction, and unknown time of death. They fear time, as long as the river flows death follows and gazes at the fishes that swam till they die and collect them. To me, it's laughable that they fight and fight until someone dies and then they felt remorse and wish they could turn back time to redo everything. The beliefs of many are easily shaken when life withers and turns into a cold corpse. Even at my death, I was peaceful as I took my last breath and look at the world with my empty eyes filled with dimness. I thought I would be free as I enter my eternal slumber but I then felt a beating heart, heard muffled noises, and an expanding light that quickly came. That was the time I was born and lived again to see life once more who smiled at me with malice on her lips. She was gorgeous, her beauty knows no bounds but she is quite fickle and is easily irritated. And she seems angered by me who doesn't look at her beauty very much. 'Sorry, all I see is gray and dread wherever I look. Your beauty is untouchable but we are privileged enough to witness it, alas, your colors don't enchant me.' That was my last thought after I was born. ... The cover is not mine, the credit fully goes to the owner.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.