99 Percent Mine Novels & Stories

“I can’t wait to get a taste.” My core tightened, catching me by surprise. Our eyes stayed locked together and if possible, our faces had gotten even closer. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. This had never been part of my plan. Cassian tilted his head. “Lead the way.” I rose to my feet, feeling an unpleasant sense of nervousness. I didn’t wait for him and stalked to my dad’s favourite Bugatti Type 57SC Atlantic, oonly four were ever made, and just two are believed to still exist in their original form car my dad hides a bottle of the liquor beneath the front seat. It was parked at the very edge of the expansive room, cloaked by complete darkness.

I felt like I was nothing more than a cheap whore, except, I wasn’t getting any money out of this deal! Nick turned, his eyes taking in the features, and knew he hurt her, but knew he had to. Knew that his next words actually were probably going to cut her even more, but he knew of no other way to cut this string that was there, to get this drug out of his system. “I suppose I do.” “I love Terri, Theresa. Did you think I would want you for anything more than a lay?”

The percentage crawled slowly, as if intentionally mocking my heart that thundered in my chest. Every second felt like an agonizing hour. The glow from Mike’s laptop screen reflected off my face, revealing streaks of anxiety I couldn't hide. ​99%... ​One more number. Just one more number toward my freedom—or my destruction.

"Congratulations, your wish has come true." Maxwell's hands were trembling when he took the papers. He should know the words at the top of the document, but they were as good as Greek to him now. Shaking like a leaf, he flipped to the last page of the document and saw the number he was looking for: 99.9999%. His heart skipped a beat and then began racing like a stallion.

"Can I trouble you to summarize the logic chain that the AI module applied, which led to this discovery?" Merlin nodded and quickly turned on the screen, tapping on several satellite images. "Here. This mine, located within one of the four busiest mining zones in Morocco." "Then, how many companies own mines there?" Charlie asked. "Eight," Merlin replied, clicking on one of the satellite images, which clearly showed a desert mining area, with many mines scattered throughout. With each satellite image enhanced by AI, anyone could see the tiniest details—vehicles, as well as the number of workers in the mines.

Finally, I feel him take a deep breath. "You are so damn perfect," He says before I feel his hands slide my legs further apart. He takes another deep breath. "And All Mine." As soon as the words leave his mouth, his tongue is on me, and my back arches off the bed. He places his forearm over my stomach, pushing me back to the bed. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I almost come undone. His hand moves up me until he reaches my breast underneath the shirt I am wearing. I lean up and slide the shirt off, tossing it to the floor. I don't know where the bravery came from, but I want all of him. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. He must have liked it because a growl escaped his

He slipped the chocolate into my mouth and i licked the heavenly taste in my mouth. “Thanks! My taste bud is usually bad but this chocolate hits!” “I got it from the market when grocery shopping.” “Oh. Please get more next time, I really like this one. It's up to my taste.” “I have three more but I'll give them all to you.” Jacob passed the small chocolate cubes to my side pocket and I smiled. “You're the best Jacob. See you later.” Jacob nodded and I started walking up the stairs.

I reached inside the cooler for a bottle of beer—I lied. “I’ll take one,” Russell said. “No, this beer is powerful and not for everyone. It has a volume of 9.9 percent alcohol,” I said. “Why? Because it tastes somewhat sweet and a little bitter." “Yes. It has a flavor that is somewhat sweet and a little bitter, with a powerful alcohol bite. There’s a chance you’ll get drunk.” Russell glared at me and came charging after me. I was forcefully propelled, causing me to lose my balance and ultimately come crashing down onto the soft grains of the beach. Ryker and Claire burst into laughter together.

"Don't worry! There's at least a 90% chance!" Zephyr Khan replied with a confident smile. "Alas, there's still a ten percent chance. I can't succeed!"

I took a deep breath, tore the envelope open, and pulled out the single sheet of paper. The words were clear, printed in neat black ink. Paternity Probability: 99.999% I read it twice. Then a third time, just to be sure. My eyes filled with tears. I looked up slowly, my voice coming out small and shaky. “The result is….”