District 9 Book Novels & Stories

I leaned against the cold brick wall, my hand trembling as I pulled my phone from my pocket and called my assistant, Maria, to come get me. The ninth time. I thought back to the ridiculous bet Julia had proposed a year ago. "Nine choices, Leona. Let's see who Isak really picks. The loser walks." The first time was at my mother's funeral. A rival family crashed the service and opened fire. Isak dove to shield Julia without a second thought. The second time was at his succession ceremony. A bomb went off, and his first instinct was, again, to protect Julia. The third, fourth, fifth time…

Caleb nodded and led me to the car. - Dinner that night was with both our families. Mom smiled with relief when she saw me and Caleb enter. Then she told me that Dad refused to divorce, so she had already filed through the courts. After dinner, Caleb drove me home. From a distance, I spotted someone familiar standing at the doorway. Hearing the car, Hayden turned. When he saw Caleb in the driver's seat, a flash of displeasure crossed his eyes. The moment I stepped out, Hayden came forward and handed me a box.

"Seth, I just realized something. You're so naive, aren't you? "Did you really think I brought you water from the top of a mountain? Look at me! I'm too small to climb a mountain." "Then what was that water you gave me?" "Oh, that? When I visited the Sarikash Highlands, I filled a bottle with tap water. Oh, wait! I actually dumped that out and replaced it with dirty river water later." Seth glared at me, not wanting to believe a word. "That can't be true." I shrugged with a smirk. "Well, if you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do."

“I want to see what you look like when you’re happy and no one is watching.” “Everyone is always watching.” “Then we’ll pretend they aren’t and hope they believe us.” The city unspooled beyond the glass, a ribbon of brick and steam, laundromats and blue awnings, sidewalks that knew too many stories. He didn’t take her toward the obvious district; he turned into streets that smelled like bread and cut flowers, away from the cameras that liked names too much. The first stop was a bookstore—new to her, with high windows and an owner whose glasses were always slipping down his nose, the kind of place where you can hear paper breathe.

******* HOURS LATER Audrey sat in Damien’s study and went through his books, she felt bored and couldn't fall asleep so she decided to go through his books in his study. She found out he had an interest in horror books, mostly about serial killers, she wasn't surprised though, it's obvious he can't have an interest in normal things. She suddenly heard a thud outside the hallway and she froze. “It's probably the guards.” She mumbled and continued with the book. The door suddenly opened and she flinched, she saw a man dressed in black, he wore a face cap and a mask, she couldn't see his face clearly. “Who are you?” She asked in fear and he walked towards her.

"Even me?! I hold the highest authority in the Snowclaw Pack, and I don't have clearance?" The Beta nearly collapsed. "Alpha, maybe ask the pack elders. They might know what's going on." Garrick's chest rose and fell sharply. After a long moment, he forced himself to calm down. He lowered his gaze to Rowena's phone and powered it on. The lock screen lit up and asked for a password. He entered her birthday first. Wrong. Then he typed his own. The screen unlocked. Garrick's expression softened. "I knew it. No matter what happens, I still come first in her heart. Wena has always placed me above everything else."

"Why did you leave in such a rush, Mr. Sable? I wanted to go for another round. It's such a thrill to make love to you on your wedding anniversary, and while wearing your wife's gown, too. "Don't forget what you promised me, okay? The next time she leaves for the office, we'll do it in her bed! Mr. Sable? Are you there? Why aren't you saying anything?" I ended the call. All the color had drained from my face. When Bryan, wrapped in a towel, came out of the bathroom, he saw me sitting by the window with a document in hand. "Stella? What's that?" he asked. I didn't turn around. Looking out at the high-rise buildings in the distance, I said coolly, "Bryan, I want Star Tower, the building locate

Pulsing with the rhythm of her heartbeat. The code flashed beneath the surface like a living signal. An impossible signal. One location. One forbidden destination. A place no one in the world dared mention openly. The true center of the Wall Street power network. District Nine. The Forbidden Zone.

He was writing himself directly into my life. End of Chapter 9