Bg3 Nine Fingers Novels & Stories

Sandra's Pov THREE WEEKS LATER I stared at the pregnancy test in my trembling hands, watching the second line darken with a finality that made my knees buckle. "No. No, no, no." I sank to the bathroom floor, back against cold tile, and pressed my palms against my eyes until I saw stars. We'd been careful. He'd used protection, I'd taken the pill. Two-factor authentication, he'd called it while laughing. But there it was. Undeniable and irreversible.

My voice was hoarse as I asked her, "Lucy, are you sure you want to divorce me over a drinking-game challenge? This is our ninth divorce. I won't remarry you again. I'll ask you one last time. Do you really want this?" I remembered how we had gotten together. She pursued me first, staging nine elaborated declarations of love that people still talked about on campus. And yet, on the very night we registered our marriage, she'd asked for a divorce. At the time, I had asked why. She had smirked and said, "I humiliated myself declaring my love for you nine times. Even if I divorce you nine times, you can take it. You owe me this!" That was why I endured all those humiliations, telling myself it

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."

Even Draven’s smile vanished. The old woman walked toward us, slow and careful. Tears filled her eyes. I stepped back. “W-What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer. When she was only a few feet away, she dropped to her knees. I froze. “W-What are you doing?” Her forehead nearly touched the stone. The courtyard went dead silent. I looked at Kai. His jaw was clenched. At Draven. For the first time, he wasn’t smiling. The old woman lifted her head. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned.”

She had called him ninety-nine times because she was bleeding. Their child was gone and he had not answered the phone. The second document was a divorce agreement. Both their names were signed on it. He recognized his own signature. It was on the "investment agreement" she had asked him to sign. She had tricked him. She had been planning to leave all along. Enzo sank to the floor. He could not believe what he was seeing. She had known everything. She had known Chiara was not really dying. She had known Chiara was carrying his child. She had known he had been lying to her.

I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess, “Mia, you’re the only Mate I’ll ever have. If you refuse me, I’ll keep asking until you agree.” I was moved by his determination and love. After that, I established a Mate Bond with him. To repay his love, I gave him 99 handmade forgiveness coupons on the day of our Marking Ceremony. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did.

Alphas who grew a few features to signal their status. This was different. The man before her stood barefoot on cracked concrete. His bare chest was covered in glowing violet runes carved into his skin. His black hair fell wildly around his face. Two sharp fox ears rose from his head, twitching at the sound of the door opening. And behind him… Nine enormous silver-white tails whipped through the air. Each one powerful enough to crack the concrete walls. Lyra’s breath stopped. A Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox. The ancient bloodline of the Imperial Thorne family.

Demon-slain Finger -- Smashing the mountain and river with the second finger! Demon-slain Finger -- Scaring all the gods and ghosts with the third finger! Demon-slain Finger -- Shaking the sky with the fourth finger! Rumble! The enchantment of the Ice and Snow Clan trembled, and the ground cracked. The entire temple collapsed and turned into ruins. Four terrifying giant fingers fell toward the Son of God with unparalleled killing power.

The caption read: [My stomach hurts so much, but Luca’s hands are so warm…] In the photo, a large hand rested against Gianna’s stomach. There was a scar on that hand, the same as the scar on Luca’s hand. I glanced at it briefly before silently removing the couple’s photo of Luca and me from my phone’s lock screen.

Whether Vivian would come to regret it no longer mattered to me. After I completely gave up on her treatment, the nerves I had kept stretched tight finally loosened a little. After leaving the Grant estate, I was about to ask Vivian to return my passport and ID. All of my documents had been with her these past few years. As soon as I reached a corner by the street, a sharp pain exploded across my forehead. Hot blood gushed from the wound. Dizziness swept over me. Before I even understood what had happened, a group of people grabbed me, pulled me around, and started punching and kicking me.