9 11 Novel Novels & Stories

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Now, faced with the kindness of a stranger, it felt unreal. I took a deep breath and held back my tears. From today onward, I would learn to live again. … Third Person's POV At that moment, back in Newmont, Lorenzo was experiencing the first real loss of control in his life. After Elena was taken to the police station by a passerby that day, the police quickly located the abductors. A SWAT team raided the abandoned warehouse and rescued Sofia, who had been tied to a pillar. When Sofia was rescued, she had only a few scratches on her body, but she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."

This novella is the 9th book in the Guardian series, the 5th in the Guardian Next Generation series. While it can be read as a stand-alone book, references will be made to other events and people without full description of those events here. It is recommended that you read the other books in this series before this one. ---------

The Bonding Love (Ver. English) Writer by Mamaya Writer This novel is written solely from the imagination of the writer. The plot, location, culture, beliefs, religion, and characters do not exist. Dear readers, please use discretion when reading. It's all just a hypothesis to write it all over again. Prologue In the year 199X,

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3 hours late I stretch my arms over my head and groan. I started with English. I didn't realize how behind I am with my reading. I almost panicked when I saw this year's novel. It's 1984 by George Orwell, who thought this would be a good idea. On a normal day I would have enjoyed it but right now I'm on a deadline to complete three assignments based on the book.

Nora After a deliciously decadent meal of mac & cheese and chocolate cake in my room, I decide on a whim to go for a soak in the hot tub. Not always the best thing to do after eating, but I could use a massage on my shoulders, back, and neck. Since I'm without an obedient, service-minded man to help me out, I’m left to rely on jet streams and water. Which is fine since I’ll probably have the hot tub and surrounding spa to myself for the most part. It’s close to eleven, and that means most people are probably already up in their rooms or schmoozing with each other

Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

And my name — Daphne Vega, Subject Eleven — is no longer a secret. It's a story. And it's not over yet. End of Chapter 114

Somewhere deep down, I felt the life inside me slipping away, bit by bit. Just then, a rustling sound came from under the door gap. I thought Lorenzo had come back, and a spark of hope ignited in my chest. "Lorenzo! Lorenzo! I’m bleeding! Call an ambulance!" However, the response wasn't the sound of the door opening. It was several balls of lit newspaper and strips of cloth soaked in alcohol being shoved through the gap. The storage room, already sealed tight, was instantly filled with fire and rolling thick smoke. It choked me, stinging my eyes shut.