Because 7 Ate 9 Novels & Stories

Nine opened his eyes at this moment, and a cold light shone from his eyes. If other people saw it, they would shiver from fright. Then, he got up, walked out of the room, and went to the living room. An old man and a beautiful young woman were waiting for him at the dining table. “Lord Adan, Ione,” Nine sat down after greeting the two. “Nine, you’re here.” “Nine.” Adan and Ione greeted at the same time. The three ate together. There was only one dish on the table.

Chapter 7 Six, seven, eight... I counted the second between each number change in the elevator indicator on my mind. That is how I preoccupied myself after I moved away from Mr green. It didn't make sense but at least it helped me focus on why I was here in ABM in the first place. I made it my mission to figure out how many seconds or minutes it takes for the elevator to get to each floor. Ten seconds for each floor.

The moment Fane received the reward, his name appeared on the massive scroll as well. His name was undoubtedly in the first place. The number nine appeared right behind the name, signifying that Fane had managed to get nine points. Quite a few people stared right at that moment, and they felt themselves breathing even quicker and quicker. However, all they could do was watch. Fane had used his skill to get those points, while it was not possible for them at all!

It was his only option. The first half went smoothly. He rapped off the times tables like a true professional. "Seven sevens are forty-nine, seven eights are fifty-six, seven nines..." Then, disaster struck. He froze. The numbers vanished from his brain like a stock market crash during a recession. All he could hear was the echo of his 3-year-old cousin’s baby voice, chirping in with the coldest of insults: “Seven nines are sixty-three, idiot.” The room erupted in laughter, and Takuto could feel his face turning the same color as his Tang suit. His mom’s laughter was the loudest, a high-pitched cackle that felt like a betrayal from someone who should have been supporting him.

"Mom called me over and told me how this little thing here, hasn't been to work for some weeks now, and when I got here, she was sleeping." Seven shook her head, feigning a disapproving look on her face. "Oh no. That won't do." "She did give an excuse though," Eight turned back to Nine, a grin on her face. "But she always has excuses. One being the fact she's so ugly, she can't even get one man to look at her." Seven let out a giggle at the words. This was all fine to Nine. Their jabs and insults at her did not hurt as it used to at the beginning, as long as there were no physical hits involved, she would be fine.

Kunal and Sophia took out the ₹ 2000 note but Kevin and Jenny refused and told them that they should also give ₹ 100, they agreed to it but the problem was they didn't have the hundred rupees note. And after that, they all started competing. The owner was giving them one by one and they all were eating. After a while, Sofia was the first to give up, she put down the bowl aside "I give up, I will not eat anymore." "How much you ate?" Jenny asked. "Twelve," Sofia answered. Then after that Kevin gave up on eating 17 and after a while, Jenny also gave up she ate 21.

Olalekan pushed the food to Seven’s side of the table. “You must be hungry.” “Not really, I’m fine. Thank you.” Seven said while trying to keep saliva back in his mouth. He was indeed very hungry. But eating this meal that scented like Jollof Rice while Wale’s body was being disposed of would be insulting. Also, he did not trust these people enough to eat by their hands. There could be poison in the food for all he knows. Maybe a Truth Serum. Won’t work either way. C1 and C4 stood erect. Their heads could touch the overhead light just by stretching a little bit.

The two students were Felix and Fia. Felix was waiting for Fia. When the teacher saw Jessie, he took Fia's homework and showed it to her. There was another one that belonged to Felix. The teacher pointed at the two homework, "Miss Jessie, take a look at these two homework." Felix's answers were all correct, and Fia's answer was only one wrong. How many chickens were there in one chicken and seven chickens? Fia's formula was correct. One plus seven, but the result was three.

Jim furrowed his brows as he glanced at Charlotte. "Haven't you always hated mutton?" He remembered as clear as day that this was why Number-9 and Number-12 became close friends. Number-9 hated mutton, but unfortunately for her, the orphanage served it for their meals quite often, which was why she became friends with Number-12, who loved mutton and was willing to give out her vegetables and bread in exchange for mutton. At that time, Jim had puzzled over this and even asked Number-9 why she was willing to give out her meat in exchange for vegetables and bread. It was clear to anyone that this was not a fair trade at all.

On it was a single number—99. It was the number of times they had let me down over the years. Adrian frowned, unable to make sense of it. He tossed my diary onto the floor and ordered, "Stop writing this nonsense. Nina wants to eat the garlic shrimp you make. Go wash your hands and get downstairs. Consider it an apology for that snarky remark you made to her earlier." I only hummed in response before I got up and headed downstairs. Adrian was surprised that I didn't throw a tantrum. After all, every time my family asked me to make garlic shrimp, I would always cry and whine as if it were some huge injustice.