I'll Have Two Number Nines Novels & Stories

Then Delgado’s grip tightened a fraction on her wrist, and James could go to hell. “Fine,” I hissed. The word tasted like rust. Delgado’s eyes sharpened. “Say it.” “Four.” “Six.” “One.” “Nine.” “Three.” “Seven.” “Zero.” “Eight.” “Two.” “Five.” “Four.” “One.” “Six.” “Nine.” “Zero.” “Seven.” “Three.” “Five.” “Eight.” “Two.” “One.”

I typed a response: I can't believe you're still holding that over my head. It makes me feel so unserious. Could you please let it go? She responded seconds later with: First impressions stick sir. So tough luck. Ain't no letting go here. Good luck getting me to change my mind. I bent my head, laughing to myself. She was funny and a lively one. I'm really enjoying chatting with her. But I kinda wished it was in person. I wanted to hear her voice, her hot voice. I decided to save her number, remembering that I hadn't save it before. I saved it as 'AD' along with a kitty emoji with heart shaped eyes. I responded:

Creed didn't stop, he kept climbing branch by branch. "I have to hold back, it's not dad! pull yourself together, man." ~MY BOY, LOOK AT ME~ "twinkle, twinkle little star... how I wonder what u are..." Creed kept mumbling while ignoring the tempting voice behind his back. He didn't stop once as if wanted to muffle the voice coming from his back. "12 sevens are 84, 12 eights are 96, 12 nines are 108, 12 tens are—"

Then another text came through, carrying his usual unquestionable certainty. [Once I’m done handling this situation, we’ll have the wedding. I promise. Just wait for me a little longer, okay?] I stared at the message for half a minute before blocking his number and deleting every way he could contact me. As the plane took off, I watched the city slowly disappear beneath the clouds. I touched the scar on my face that hadn’t fully faded, then looked down at the bandages wrapped around my hands. There was no reluctance, only relief. Ninety-nine canceled weddings were enough.

Behind me, I heard him say something quietly. "Natalie, I'll be here waiting for you." I shook my head as I walked away. We really wouldn't meet again. I was going to master the arcane arts and become something greater than any mortal.

Samuel's puzzled voice came from behind me. "Ms. Johnson, you're taking the cable car down? You're not walking?" I turned around and met the confusion in both Samuel's and Hayden's eyes. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. For three years, ninety-nine visits to draw a fortune stick. Every time, I had climbed the mountain on my knees. Then I limped all the way back down. All of it was to show heaven how sincere I was. I thought if I was sincere enough, I would eventually receive a supreme blessing.

"I'm here at the office. Where are you? Why aren't you here?" "I'm already at the hospital." Bryan kept quiet for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry. There was traffic on the way." I chuckled. "It's fine. You can use a free pass to cancel it out." Bryan exhaled in relief, only to hear me continue saying, "This means you've used up all 99 free passes now, Bryan, so let's get a divorce."

"Ninety-one days. Then we meet baby number two. Then this is all worth it." "You're very optimistic." "Someone has to be. You're busy being realistic and terrified." "That's my brand." "I know. I love your brand."

"That report isn't mine. Same name, same surname. You know I can't get pregnant. I probably just wanted to borrow some good luck." His smile froze. The disappointment on his face was immediate and unmistakable. "Besides, you've already had someone give birth for you. From now on, I won't have to suffer through bloodline fusion rituals anymore," I added, keeping my tone casual. Garrick studied me. "Wena, are you really willing to accept Moonlet and Silvertail?" The blood drained from my face at the sound of those two names. Ayla "Moonlet" Whitefang.

"Do it, give me a baby, do it." I was shocked by her words and almost pulled out, but the damage was already done. Someone eased the plug out of my ass, and replaced it with their tongue, as I rested on the Mommy-wannabe. "5559293" she whispered. "Huh?" I answered. "Shh. 5559293. 5559293" she whispered again. "Up," Jenny commanded.