District 9 Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 142—THE CITY DEVOURS The city’s heartbeat was violent tonight. Riven could feel it in every fracture of the asphalt, in every flickering light, in every scream that bounced off the buildings. Sector Nine was chaos incarnate, and he was standing in its centre, face to face with Vex, with Luca and Wolf at his sides, and the city itself pressing down on them like a living, watching thing.

It is nine because I bought pending status too late for three bodies the Director had already placed in the sentence before I read it. They do not move like rescued people. Freshly rescued people are supposed to clutch each other and cry and look back at the burning house with gratitude. These nine move like people who have been removed from one room of a slaughterhouse and are not stupid enough to mistake the hallway for freedom. One man keeps touching his own throat where a tube used to be. His nails come away with dried adhesive. One of the children refuses to let Sarah near him until Hale, appearing from the service lift with Nell still bundled in blue, tells him Sarah is loud but useful

’ thought Darryl optimistically. Just when he was about to leave, he noticed that one of the tiles on the floor is different from the rest. He knocked on it—clearly hollowed out. He lifted the tile, and to his surprise, he saw a brown paper wrapping around something. He uncovered the item and was shocked to find a secret manual. On the cover of the manual wrote: Ascension of the Nine Dragons. ‘F*ck, what book is this? The title sounds impressive’ thought Darryl.

She sighed heavily and went back to her office. In the evening of that same day, Zoey decided to take a walk back home. A walk to her apartment would take thirty minutes and she needed that walk to clear her head. It's been a while since she strolled through the road of Shutter-way. In fact, it's been three years. She would always walk down the street with her mother. She bought a cup of cappuccino coffee to make her walk enjoyable. The street was busy as usual. Always busy as it should be. It is the main city where many billionaires and celebrities live. It is a business and rich city.

After Melody cheated and returned to the family, I started posting online every day. [Is cheating addictive?] [Just how thrilling is cheating, really?] [When a woman cheats, does she feel worse for her kids or her lover?] … I tagged her school in every post, making sure each one appeared right in front of her students, her colleagues, and even her lover. Everyone told me to stop making such an ugly scene and be the bigger person. Only Melody stood up for me. "I'm the one who did something wrong. It's only fair to let Tony vent a little." That lasted until my 99th post. Then Melody stormed in as if she'd lost her mind and smashed my computer. "Anthony, are you ever going to stop? I alr

Anya, cloaked in darkness and her newfound determination, navigated the maze, her senses on high alert. District 13 was a different beast entirely. Towering, dilapidated buildings cast long shadows, and the air hung heavy with the stench of garbage and decay. Stray dogs scavenged through piles of refuse, their mournful howls echoing in the deserted streets. Anya's stomach growled, the reminder of her hunger a constant companion.

Then I looked outside as if I didn't ask the man. From the window, you can see the tall building of the Storm Corporation, and I felt suddenly jittery. Dahlia, don't worry, you can do it! @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you. Also, you can read my other books which are... TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

I had a dream while I was sleeping that night. I dreamed of a young girl starting a list of times she was being overlooked in a brand new journal. She wrote down the number "1" on the first page. As she wrote it down, she muttered, "Once this reaches the 99th time, I won't want Mom, Dad, Jeff, and Annie anymore." After that, the girl stared at the number "1" in contemplation, hesitated before changing it to "0.5" eventually. The entries read, "Mom and Dad came back from their business trip and bought me and Annie new clothes, but they got my size wrong. It was too small. My arms and legs were sticking out, and all my classmates laughed at me. I felt so sad."

"Well, more for Kade then. Honestly, I don't know where he puts it all." The evening dragged on. Parish eventually went upstairs to shower, leaving Kade and me alone in the living room. The silence was heavy, charged with the ghost of our earlier violence. Kade sat in his armchair, a book in his hand, looking every bit the respectable man of the house. I stood up to go to my room, but as I passed his chair, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in an iron grip. He didn't look up from his book. "Tomorrow. Five a.m.," he whispered. "Don't be late."

She kept walking. And somewhere in the hall they had left behind, Ruth Adeyemi was talking to Vivienne with the book held against her side, and in the photograph now back in the envelope in Ruth’s bag, a woman who had been part of the original nine was smiling at someone outside the frame, and that smile was now part of the permanent record of a night in November when the work became the book and the book entered the world and all of it, every piece, arrived at exactly the place it had always been moving toward.