99 Percent Mine Novels & Stories

It felt like some cursed treasure chest—off-limits and dangerous. Back when we'd sneak kisses in here, I used to ask what she kept inside. She'd never say. Just told me to guess. I tried every code I could think of. My birthday. Hers. Our anniversary. Nothing. Now, hands shaking, I punched in Leonard's birthday—praying I was wrong. Click. The safe opened. My stomach dropped. Inside were two rings. The bands? Engraved: Aurelia & Leonard. Old-school design, but they were spotless—like someone still took care of them.

A MONTH LATER Nick paced the length of his office trying to work off his excess energy. He was up to his fifth cup of coffee and it wasn't even lunchtime. A month of carefully piecing his self-respect together again and all shattered by a letter of intent to purchase from JJC Pharmaceuticals.

“2000 dollars!” “4000 dollars!” The numbers kept rising and I stood there, unmoving like a mannequin. I felt humiliated and disgusted with myself. I was being sold, for money. “7000 dollars!” The whole crowd went silent, that was the highest bid so far. “7000 dollars? Is that the last bid?” The voice boomed through the speakers. “100, 000 dollars.” Gasps echoed through the crowd and even I was left in awe. I desperately tried to find the person who has called such a high bid through the crowd, but the lights prevented me from seeing far.

he replied, already starting the engine. As we drove, I leaned my head back against the seat, letting my eyes close for a moment. The high was still there, my senses were still sharp, buzzing, and I still felt so much alive under my skin. Everything felt clearer, faster, and more possible. I wished the cocaine in my system at that moment didn’t ever wear off. ‘This is like 5 kilometers away from your home, boss.’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘We’re there now.’ Williams informed.

The back doors of the car flew open revealing two unfamiliar guys who were trying to get something or rather someone out of the car. “Oh, no!” she gasped, running towards them. “What happened?... Who did this to him?” she asked in a shaky voice, staring at her mate’s battered body. The sight made her suddenly feel sick. “He was attacked by Hugh’s men on his way back. He was able to call for help through the mind link before going unconscious.” “Why isn’t he healing? I thought you guys can heal?” she sobbed, already scared of what was to come. Elijah had no idea how to explain this to his Luna. Roy is presently in a 70:30 situation, which meant his chances of dying were high, due to the amoun

“Forty percent.” The word landed like a dropped blade. “I’ll increase your share of the mines to forty,” I said. “Tax exempt.” Silence swallowed the room whole. Then greed rushed in to fill it as Gjarpri’s eyes widened, the calculation running fast and sloppy now. He laughed too loud and too relieved. “Without the seal?” he said. “This alone keeps the seven at peace.” He leaned back, satisfied and victorious. “In that case,” I said evenly, standing, “order is restored.”

"How long does this go." "Until they run out of people willing to attempt entry or until they find something that works." I looked at him. "They are not going to find something that works." "How certain are you." "Certain enough to be sitting here rather than moving to a secondary location." He held my look. "That is not a number." "No. It is not." I looked at the desk. "Eighty five percent." He blinked. "You asked for honest," I said. "Eighty five percent is honest."

At least no one would claim foul play. They both sat down across from us, holding two white envelopes that looked painfully thin considering the impact they carried. My heartbeat picked up in my ears, loud and steady. They handed the envelopes to us. My fingers twitched as I took mine. I did not wait. I tore it open immediately and unfolded the paper. My eyes scanned the lines, but everything blurred for a second until the numbers came into focus. Ethan: 99.9 percent. Me: 0 percent.

As for the other women who had scored much lower, they couldn’t help but wonder what Zivon’s dream match was… Regardless, with how excited everyone was, Sophia received several messages early that morning, all of them inquiring about the results. Sophia herself had been examining the backend data in her office, a complicated look in her eyes… Though she was hesitant, she eventually posted the results as Zivon had instructed… The chart revealed that over three hundred and fifty million people had participated, yet only ten million of them were able to score over ninety percent. Only one person scored ninety-eight, and that was Fiona Squire. However, there was a single individual who scored ni

I explained. "Well, I'm only nineteen and you’re what thirty?" She said. "I'm one hundred seventy five years old. I've been an Alpha for forty years now." "Shit you're fucking old." She stated playfully. "How about you, I mean you surely can pass as a nineteen year old teenager but what's your real age?" "Nineteen." She stated firmly. "Okay. If you say so, now let me tuck you to bed so you can take a rest now."