7 Ate 9 Novels & Stories

Natie curiously looked at her as Anelia raised her hands. “Nine times one, you take down your thumb. There you have it, nine but that’s an obvious one. Let’s move on to nines times two, you take down the second finger. See, I’m left with my thumb and eight more this side. So, that’s eighteen.”

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

Lennon cringe. “Don’t worry, L. We don’t like you too,” Helios ironically said, instead of getting affected Lennon ignored him. “Sorry, bro, we don’t accept bad players in our team,” Lawrence banter. Lennon dramatically sat on the couch. “Fine! Explain the game, Aust.” He waved his hand at Austin. “This game just came up in my head. So here’s the instruction, there are nine foods in the food divider, each of us has nine foods.”

Angel hissed and they both pouted. "Who ate it?" "Archer!" Autumn said. "You!" Archer pointed back at her. "Kids.. who? Tell mommy the truth or she won't bake cookies for you in the future." I said, they both looked at each other. I turned to Angel who gestured me a thumbs up. "We both ate it but Archer ate 9." Autumn said and I closed my eyes. "You're the one who want it first!" Archer said. "Kids kids." I said.

As if she had been starved, she took ravenous bites and didn't stop for a minute until she finished everything on her plate. "Do you want more?" Stella chuckled behind her, and she bobbed her head so fast. "I will tell Queen to bring the remnant, don't let me find you here once I come down again," Stella walked off after that, leaving Jesse to crane her neck around. "Ma'am," at the sound of Queen’s voice, Jesse jumped off of her chair and took the plate from her before she could complete her statement. She ravished it, wipe her mouth and stood up from her seat. "Goodbye mummy Stella," she greeted as she walked out of the door.

On it was a single number—99. It was the number of times they had let me down over the years. Adrian frowned, unable to make sense of it. He tossed my diary onto the floor and ordered, "Stop writing this nonsense. Nina wants to eat the garlic shrimp you make. Go wash your hands and get downstairs. Consider it an apology for that snarky remark you made to her earlier." I only hummed in response before I got up and headed downstairs. Adrian was surprised that I didn't throw a tantrum. After all, every time my family asked me to make garlic shrimp, I would always cry and whine as if it were some huge injustice.

It was a message from Annie. “The test results are out. Joseph’s fine. He just has a little hypoglycemia.” I stared at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard for what felt like forever. In the end, I replied with a word. “Okay.” Another message popped up right after: “Let’s have dinner tonight. Same place as always.” I should have said no, but when my phone lit up again and I saw she reserved my favorite seat by the window, my heart gave in. Seven years of habit were hard to shake.

Zoey stopped him, her tone calm, almost routine. “No need. Cup noodles are fine.” After all, it wasn’t the first time Adrian had forgotten her. And if it happened again… so what? He opened his mouth to say something else, but Claire called for him again, and his attention shifted instantly. He sighed. “Cup noodles aren’t good for you. Don’t eat them too often, okay?” Zoey didn’t answer. She just finished her noodles and quietly went upstairs. That night, Adrian crawled into bed beside her, trying to be gentle.

They all say doubtfully. “And how many units?” “Six?” “Exactly! Four nines are thirty-six!” The girls all stare at him as the penny drops. “Do this one,” he says. “Eight times nine.” They all stare at their fingers and count to eight, which turns out to be the middle finger of their right hand. They fold it down, looking at each other to make sure they’ve got the right one. “How many tens?” he asks. “Seven!” “And units?” “Two!”

His gaze was fixed on the scribbles on the little girl's notebook. Summer raised her finger again. "First, we need to know that 90 is 100 minus 10. So, if we want to subtract 920 from 90, just subtract 100 from 920 and then add it to 10." All the children frowned in unison. They were confused by what Summer explained. Before the minds of the 2nd graders became even more chaotic, Mrs. Ross cleared her throat.