District 9 Book Novels & Stories

But not that tasty. I secretly, get some apples to a stall without the fat women noticing, how numb she is. A victorious smile roam around my mind. What a free food. I mentally cursed, when I see a box of hard liquors place infront of Casa del Mundo, a big hotel on this city. No one's around on it. Sue the liquors, for making a crime like this! Just kidding, I'm used to it. There's nothing new. I take a bite from the apple that I've just got. Proudly walking to that case of golds! A look from left to right to make sure that there's no one will caught me.

LAMIA Ten minutes later, the four of us, I had grabbed Kira on the way, sat in my room. Mike and Kel were looking a little more than awkward. I assumed they thought we were going to have a “talk” about what happened Friday night. “Here,” I said and tossed the old leather book to Kellen who was propped on the end of my bed, “Turn to page 123. And read it out loud so everyone can hear.” He flipped the pages until he came to the right one and then began to read aloud the same passage I had read. There was an eerie silence in the room when he had finished until Mike broke it.

I bet I pushed her cheeks flushed. I slept before I clean myself - another day another success. Hereafter, another work another stressful day. "You sure about this one?" Marina asked before we put ourselves in the car. "Yes if the car parks beside the warehouse it means we snag the wannabe" I replied. "That district was a bit quiet and that gave birth to a bunch of good houses" "I'm excited to see it" We enter the foyer to district four which is West Wind we pass the six districts of the city that is filled with plenty of modern buildings, skyscrapers, stores, and more.

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James was able to make those deductions after having observed his surroundings and the state of the universe. “It’s because we want to survive, obviously.” Leif decided to be forthcoming. James was already allowed to roam their universe freely. Leif knew the man could always find out what he was about to share by asking the other inhabitants in their universe. “Have you ever heard of the Aeternus District?” Leif asked. James nodded. He had just read about the Endlosʼ Nine Districts from the book earlier. The Aeternus District was listed as one of these nine districts.

Frederick Morrison and I had been married for five years without any children. Today was the celebration party for Morrison Group's successful bid on the East District project. It was also the ninth day since Frederick and I had agreed to start trying for a baby. However, when Frederick's innocent secretary, Emma Wells, knocked over the champagne tower, spilling wine all over our business partner, he immediately stepped in to shield her. Then, he turned to me dismissively. "Cecilia, apologize to Mr. Carter."

When she arrived at the restaurant her mother had booked for her, she discovered a man was already sitting across from her reserved table. She couldn't help but text her mother, but received no reply. Zoey immediately understood this was her mother's arrangement. She took a breath and walked forward with confident steps, extending her hand, “Hello, I'm Zoey Landon." "Hello, Lucas Chancer.” After the self-introduction, the man across from her looked up, leaving Zoey stunned. The man before her was tall and well-built, wearing a perfectly tailored shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing an elegant collarbone.

There’d be a lot of questioning—and she didn’t have any answers. Scarlet finally reached the end of what felt like the longest hall in the school, came to the last door, and grabbed the knob. She braced herself and took a deep breath, clutching her books in one hand, and opened it. “The algorithm for a triangle that does not exceed—”

Two Years Later. District 9. The Safehouse. The apartment was a concrete box that smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and the damp mold of the city. The windows were covered with black trash bags taped to the glass. A tangled nest of ethernet cables ran from a stolen junction box outside, snake-like across the floor, plugging into a server rack that hummed in the corner. Oryn sat by the door. He was nineteen now. He had grown even broader. He sat on a milk crate, a serrated combat knife in his hand, whittling a piece of wood into a sharp point. He didn't look up. He didn't need to. He felt the vibrations of the room.