District 9 Book Novels & Stories

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However, neither my parents, my brother, nor Joel answered my calls. Suddenly, a message from Joshua popped up on the screen. "Don't come to Aurora Bay with us. You'll make Yvette sad if you do." Tears spilled from the corners of my swollen eyes. I should've known better than to expect anything from them. In the end, I dialed for emergency services. Each second dragged on like a lifetime. My airway tightened, and breathing became a chore. I could barely hold on to direct the rescue team to my street. When the storage room door finally opened, everything went dark.

"Oh, hey. Ms. Rodriguez assigned our new book for social studies. We're doing a unit on redemption and criminal justice." My stomach tightened. "What book?" "Some memoir by a guy who went to prison. 'The Monster I Was.' Have you heard of it?" Nova dropped the spatula. Elena looked up. "What? Is it bad or something?" I moved to look at her phone screen. There it was. The book cover with Darren's face—older, gentle, reformed. The face of a man who'd found peace. The face of the man who'd shot me. "Elena," I said carefully. "Who's the author?"

I found a seat near the back, pressed my forehead to the cold glass, and watched the only city I'd ever called home shrink and disappear behind me, streetlights blurring past faster and faster until they were just smears of orange in the dark. Slowly, my hand found my stomach, the only piece of my old life still coming with me. "New start," I whispered, to her, to myself and to nobody at all. "Just you and me now." I didn't believe it would be that simple. Nothing had been simple in months, and there was no real reason to think that would change just because I'd crossed some invisible city line. .......... NINE MONTHS LATER Nobody warns you that labour alone sounds different. There's no one

One, two, ten, fifty… A total of ninety-nine men walked out from every direction, gathering into an impenetrable wall of people that completely surrounded him. Then, in Daniel’s terrified eyes, ninety-nine voices exploded like thunder and swept across all of South City. “How about you try and touch our daughter one more time?!”

The planet; quite bigger than the Human Earth though, could not have possibly accommodated all the several billion species therefore, it became swept by an apocalypse; a bizarre happening that led to Planet Nine’s total disappearance from the Milky Way galaxy’s Solar System. The Martians and Humans trapped on planet Nine were left at the mercy of an Erisian-Martian tyrant king Iris, who is also known as the faceless Brakoon. The fate of the Humans, Martians, and other creatures living on Dystopia was unknown… But one thing has been confirmed in the hidden prophecy of the mystical white sorceress. That the cursed hybrid son of Arakis; a Martian Warrior, will be the only mortal who can fight t

[NIGHTS WITH MY STEPBROTHER] PROLOGUE AND CHAPTER 1 WARNING: This book is extremely rated because it has explicit scenes and highly matured content. If you aren’t a fan of smut, you can skip the story. ************ Jesse Bridgeton wanted to remain chaste even though she is surrounded by friends who love to play wild, she gets along with her friends well until the topic of sex come in. She swore she would only give her body to the man who has been in her heart since the first day she met him, and she kept to her promise.

“It was just business—” “No,” I cut him off, my eyes burning into his. “This isn’t business. This is survival.” In one swift motion, I yanked him forward until our faces were inches apart. His breath came in short, panicked bursts. “You tried to poison me in my city,” I whispered, my breath ghosting over his trembling lips. “Did you think I wouldn’t retaliate?” He swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead. The restaurant around us buzzed with oblivious patrons, the illusion of normalcy masking the storm about to break.

Finally, it is Nine’s time to vote. “Choose, Nine,” he says. “Are you in or are you out? You can meet your mother again. All you have to do is, say yes.” Nine is in a dilemma. She is not so sure about the plan but she wants to meet her deceased mother again. Her mother was killed in a war, leaving her orphaned and filled with a hatred against the world. “I am in,” she finally says. Two nods in satisfaction.

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.