Because 7 Ate 9 Novels & Stories

“Okay! Let’s play a game!” “What game?” the girl with blonde hair pressed, her face burned red. “First, let’s play a light game. It’s called 3-6-9. Whoever got it wrong would need to drink a glass of soju-beer mix.” Kwanghee explained. “Oh! I know that.” shrieked the girl in pig-tails. “We all count and skip any number with 3-6-9. We’ll clap instead. That’s it, right?”

Out of curiosity, Raina approached him. “Don’t peep,” Aaron said while covering his notebook. “Fine!” Raina looked away and said back, feeling disdainful. After a while, Aaron threw the notebook in front of him at her and said, “This is a partially completed nine by nine grid. Fill this grid with numbers, so that each column, each row and each of the nine three by three sub grids of the entire table contain all of the digits from one to nine. But be warned there is an additional restriction on the contents of individual cells. For example, the same single integer may not appear twice in the same row, column or any of the nine, three by three sub grids by the nine table.”

his mom asked. “It doesn’t matter. Now let me finish my explanation. So many nines close to that figure called one means that you have more worth for your money. It carries more weight and power that zeros lack and six of those nines are not that expensive either. Just fitting for the information that he sought from me,” “Your explanation doesn’t make sense, big brother,” Beatrix pointed out after spitting out the seeds of the fruit in her right palm. “Show some respect, little girl,” Peter chastised.

I forced back the tears in my eyes and the vomit rising in my throat. ‘It’s fine,’ I told myself quietly. ‘With that, all 99 coupons have been used up. ‘I’m leaving you for good, Leonard.’

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.

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.”

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After Melody cheated and returned to the family, I started posting online every day. [Is cheating addictive?] [Just how thrilling is cheating, really?] [When a woman cheats, does she feel worse for her kids or her lover?] … I tagged her school in every post, making sure each one appeared right in front of her students, her colleagues, and even her lover. Everyone told me to stop making such an ugly scene and be the bigger person. Only Melody stood up for me. "I'm the one who did something wrong. It's only fair to let Tony vent a little." That lasted until my 99th post. Then Melody stormed in as if she'd lost her mind and smashed my computer. "Anthony, are you ever going to stop? I alr

With one smooth motion, he slid the tablet just out of reach of Poppy’s fingers. Poppy tilted her head. “Is that a map?” “Yes,” Sebastian answered. “A treasure map?” “No.” I smiled too brightly. “It’s a boring grown-up map.” Poppy didn’t believe me. Of course she didn’t. She was born from me and Sebastian, so suspicion came from both sides like a bad inheritance no one could refuse. “If it’s boring.” Poppy tapped the flashcard again. “Seven reminds me of the light.” I almost ignored it, because Poppy could connect the number seven to a light, chicken soup, the philosophy of marriage, and glitter shoes in one paragraph if given orange juice.

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