I'll Have Two Number Nines Novels & Stories

'99 roses for the beautiful lady. Nineteen nine roses I see, then let's count. Settling on my chair I proceed to count. "Eighty seven, eighty eight, eighty nine, ninety, ninety one, ninety two....." My phone beeps and my head snaps towards its direction. For chocolate sake, I was almost dine counting, that idiot calling made me unconsciously drop it. Roughly grabbing the phone, I hold it to my ear. "Hello." I say into the electric device.

"Ouch! Damn, sorry... keep talking, Mid." "It's okay, you can keep watching your game." "Nah, I can watch it later. Tell us about your obsession with numbers and why you hate the numbers seven and nine." "You see, I picture the numbers arranged in a straight line from one to ten," I begin to explain, and all three men give me their attention. If one of them wasn't my father, this would be much more exciting, "I like six because it's right next to five, the center, but seven is too far from the center and too far from the end, it makes no sense, it has no reason to be, it's just there to annoy me. And nine I despise because it's on one side of the ten, the end... this might seem like a good t

he added casually, looking at his fingernails, like he didn’t just drop a crazy important detail on us. “Well, then, tell us!” I demanded. “Take me with you,” he demanded back. I gritted my teeth and stared him down, but he just stared right back, unaffected by my demeanor. “He’s growling again,” Reid stage whispered, and Nolan snorted but tried to cover it with his hand. “Fine,” I hissed out between my teeth. “What’s the code?” He grinned in triumph. “It’s 59226.” “Why?” I asked with a furrowed brow.

My fingers slowly flip over the report, moving forward to the next pages. ~ Ms. Ayle Angelo – Mrs. Beth Anderson References: Secret code numbers 9870 – It’s been a while, Love 6124 – You are so annoying 0383 – You are the reason why I have this freaking depression of mine! 2789 – I’m tired of life 7492 – I wish I could have a better life 6339 – Is it still worth it to live? 4202 – Let’s end this

Twenty-nine days. Just twenty-nine more days, and I would be free.

“Let me teach you how to wear it.” Our hands brush—scar to scar. The twin marks on our wrists pulse, the ones we’ve carried since the crib, numerals etched into skin like cursed clockwork. Today, they read **236**. I’ve memorized the way hers mirrors mine: the same jagged font, the same sourceless heat when the numbers shift. We used to joke they were lottery tickets to hell. Now, with Esteban’s shadow clawing at the walls, they feel like a fuse burning.

Nine-fifteen. Nine-twenty.

She carefully picked up each piece from the trash. She worked patiently to put them back together. There were exactly ninety-nine make-up cards. She remembered five years ago when she had looked at the cards with sincerity and said, “Yoel, don’t worry. I’ll never give you a chance to use them.” She also remembered all the times she had casually offered to use them over the years. The feelings she had worked so hard to save had been wasted in the two years with Connor until they were completely gone. Yvette, who had always been careful about numbers, seemed to lose all sense of the ninety-nine make-up cards whenever Connor was around.

Grant said. “Number 2?” I asked.

"Madame Dalia, I assure you, Nine is pregnant. Maybe it is someone you don't know if but these tests do not lie. Nine is pregnant," Nine sat there quietly, staring at the floor, and, to her, it seemed like the world broke in two.