Novel & Cerita 99 Percent Mine

‘Phewww! I inwardly blew a breath of relief. At least her reaction to what I just said wasn’t anything showing violence or anything to scare me. The look I saw in her face told me I should go on. And so, I did. “As you can see somewhere at the bottom of the page, the result is ninety-nine percent positive,” I said while pointing at a similar photo that I saw from her photo albums which was also there on the table. “Do you recognize this photo?” I asked.

“How sure?” Dante’s eyes did not leave mine. “Ninety-nine point nine percent.” A laugh escaped me not because anything was funny. It was one of those terrible sounds the body made when pain arrived too fast for tears. I looked down at my hands, then back at the men, then toward the closed laptop as if the answer might be hiding behind the screen. Ninety-nine point nine percent. Alive. Zach was alive.

9999%… As he read through the words, Richard felt his world turn upside down and he gripped tightly onto the door’s armrest. “How...?.” He stuttered, his brows furrowed and it suddenly got difficult to respire appropriately. William who was watching from the mirror immediately panicked and turned back. “Boss?. Are you alright?.” He asked. “Stop the car!.” Richard ordered and the chauffeur did as he was told to. Hitting the break to park by the sidewalk. Richard opened the door instantly and stepped out with the test result still in hand to catch his breath. Even under the humid afternoon weather, the letterings on the paper remained the same... 99.9999%.

This wasn’t just a setback. This was a move. And she had just been pushed off the board. --- But Not Out Her phone buzzed. A message. Unknown number. “Don’t leave. Parking level. Now.” Her pulse spiked. Only one person would do that. --- Underground Truths The parking level was quiet. Empty. Dimly lit. And he was already there. Cassian. --- No More Distance “You shouldn’t be here,” she said quietly. He stepped closer. “I had to be.”

My eyes scanned quickly. Paternal Match: Austin Perkins – Jamie Perkins: 99.9% I exhaled in a rush. Relief poured through me so suddenly it felt like a weight peeled off his chest. I’m his father. He’s mine. A small, real smile flickered across my lip for the first time in days. But then I read further. Maternal Match: Zoe Perkins – Jamie Perkins: 0% The smile died instantly. My breath caught. I blinked. Reread. No match. My brain tried to fill in blanks that didn’t make sense. Not a match. Not a match?

And this time, it wasn't just the company at stake. It was her. Everything she'd built, everything she'd sacrificed, everything she'd endured to earn this position. Forty-one percent. Nine percent from checkmate. And Damien Odette had all the time in the world.

—What do you mean, excited, why? —MATE is close; I can feel it—. Kira in my mind and I couldn't help but get nervous. —Don't get too excited; we might be disappointed; we don't need any MATE,— I said, trying to keep her under control and kept my focus on the road. RED WINTER PACKHOUSE

He'd gotten down on one knee beside me and clasped my hands, saying tenderly, "I love seeing you like this, Maeve." I'd saved him and trapped myself in a horrible nightmare ten years ago. Ten years later, he personally broke my finger, and with it, the last thing that tied us together. … As I lay in the abandoned warehouse at three in the morning with my fingers splayed in awkward, broken angles, my men hurried in with medical equipment. The warehouse behind me was set ablaze. As the fire burned and ravaged the building, I leaned into my seat and called the person coordinating my plans.

As the afternoon began cooling into evening, they packed their beach supplies and walked toward the parking area. Rohan felt more relaxed than he had in months, the combination of salt air and Camilia’s unwavering support creating a sense of possibility he hadn’t dared embrace. That’s when his phone buzzed. Unknown number. Text message. “Beach house. 30 minutes. Come alone. -RS7749” The code at the end hit him like ice water in his veins. RS7749 was a designation that only three people in the world knew, a fail-safe communication protocol that Dario had established years ago for emergencies that required absolute secrecy.

"You will not leave that question in the air, right? "Nop. "Answer me first. something, Are you a virgin? And if you're not, how many times have you done it?" and the boy choked on the chocolate. "No... And I only did it once" he blushed" That question is irrelevant. "Of course, I told you that a while ago I met someone who reminds me a lot of you. I was a boy of no more than 14 years old, it was the most beautiful thing I could ever see, He had eyes like yours, a bright green like my father Harry's, he also had so much innocence that it seemed to be sin in someone like him at this game height ...