District 9 Book Novels & Stories

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.

My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it

My breath hitched at the grandeur and when my phone lit with Asher’s name, I ended the call again and again. He finally had Lovie, what else could he possibly want? Besides, he was my past now. “This is the foyer,” Killian said, wheeling me past it down a hallway, “This is the dining area, lounge area,” My eyes widened at the sheer number of books there. He must be an avid reader. “And this is where we’ll discuss your mother’s project,” Killian finished, pushing into a grand bedroom. I sat up. “Yes, what are the next steps?”

I could stand around and wait for the spell to drag me home, or I could find these ridiculous books and get it over with. The book district was on the other side of town. I started walking. The Eastern Realm was the same shithole it always was. The streets were crowded with merchants hawking goods that were probably stolen and customers too desperate or too stupid to care. The air tasted like smoke and something chemical that burned the back of my throat if I breathed too deep. Above the rooftops, the corrupted dragons circled like vultures waiting for something to die. I kept my head down and moved fast. I wasn’t here to sightsee.

I stepped outside, feeling the river breeze sweep across my face, when my phone buzzed. It was a text from an unfamiliar number. It said, “I’m sorry.” I didn’t reply. Instead, I deleted the message, flagged down a taxi, and got in. Outside the window, neon lights streamed by in a blur. The city that never sleeps glowed bright and alive. Just like life, it never stopped moving forward.

“Okay, came from the other side of the phone, and the line disconnected. Dimitri stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, as the city stretches out beyond the glass, alive and slowly stirring. The tall windows let everything in—the soft light of dawn, the quiet shimmer on rooftops, the far-off glint of the harbor. The room itself was calm and uncluttered, modern but warm like it knew not to compete with the view. It felt like the kind of place where time paused just enough for you to breathe, watch, and feel the world waking up. He went to the shower, turning on the water as it cascaded down his body. His posture was still and calm as he freely enjoyed the water, distracting him from