Missing Nine Cast Novels & Stories

He was clearly very suspicious of this Nine. "According to rumors, this Nine is very mysterious. Ever since she started, she gained fame by breaking into America's Military Intelligence Section 9's deepest military files, and she has never failed an assignment before. Even the best hacker in the world, K, personally admitted that if someone could surpass him one day, it would be Nine," Xiang Heng added. At this time, Zhan Ying let out a cry. "The middleman says that Nine has accepted the assignment!"

In the dimly lit room, Andrea stood tall, his face grim and determined. He looked into the eyes of each of his men, a mix of trust and intensity reflected in his gaze. Elena stood at a distance, her hands trembling, and fear etched across her face as she stared at each of the die-hard men. "My brothers," Andrea began, his voice low yet commanding. "Today, we stand united against those who have committed the gravest of sins. They thought they could take away the ones we love and go unpunished but we will show them the consequences of their actions."

He looked ugly. Nine years. What kind of man had I wasted nine years on? I watched him grovel, cold and unmoved. The intercom crackled to life, announcing my flight — final boarding call. I glanced toward the security gate. Jason shot to his feet. "Where are you going?" Like he was afraid I'd disappear if he looked away for even a second. But he'd been too slow for so much more than just this one second. The way he looked now — terrified, desperate — was exactly how I used to look, back when I was afraid he would leave me.

Adrian's breathing became shallow. His eyes reached the final line. Never allow anyone to assemble the Ninth Cipher. If the Ninth Cipher is completed... History will not change. It will be erased. Before he could process those words... His phone rang. Unknown Number. He answered. Silence. Then a calm male voice spoke. "We've been waiting for you, Dr. Vale." The line disconnected. At that exact moment, every television in the apartment turned on by itself. Every screen showed the same image. A black background.

The paper slipped from his fingers and scattered across the floor. The contract clearly stated: Zoey had been given 99 chances. If he chose her even once, she’d be allowed to stay and marry him. If not—she’d be forced to leave the country and never return. And he… He had chosen Claire. Every. Single. Time. He had ignored Zoey. Let her get hurt. Rejected her. Again and again. What the hell had he done? Adrian leaned against the wall, stunned, unable to breathe. Linda finally spoke.

He asked turning to Clyde. “You just shot that man nine times as a way of... “ Clyde trailed off as Damien shot the dead man again. “Now it's ten, a better number.” He replied and walked out of the room, Clyde rolled his eyes and followed him. “The fact that you don't want to do anything makes me bothered.” “Good for you.” Damien replied. “Damien, it's... “ “Clyde come on, we have better things to deal with, the Traids and that fucked up agency in Russia after me and you really want me to care about a wedding right now?”

I had nine confirmed. I counted the against. Beck. Vande. Morel. Fontaine. Beck's deputy. Three others. Eight. I looked for the ninth. Beaumont's hand was flat on the table.

After I spoke, Cass stepped forward, clad in a black ceremonial suit threaded with gold—an exact match to mine. He extended his hand, palm up. "Let's go to the altar. The elders are waiting." I placed my hand in his naturally, our fingers lacing together. A flash of fire ignited in Cain's eyes. "Elena... you shameless bitch! How dare you cozy up to another man right in front of me!" He lunged to pull me away, but two Gamma wolves behind Cass locked him in place.

However, it wasn't a docile wife that welcomed him, but a dead silence. "Elena! Get out here! Apologize to the kid, and we can put this whole mess behind us!" Lorenzo roared impatiently. His voice echoed through the empty hall, receiving not a single response. Gary, the family Consigliere, walked down from the second floor, his face pale. He was gripping a freshly opened package, his hands trembling so hard he could barely hold the contents. "Boss... The Madam isn't here," Gary’s voice was terribly hoarse.

His sleeves were rolled to his forearms. He hadn't slept. It showed only in the faint shadows beneath his eyes because everything else about him remained frighteningly composed. "The abandoned vehicle?" A man in glasses answered immediately. "Nothing useful. Cleaned professionally." "The driver's phone?" "Destroyed." "CCTV?" "Three cameras were disabled exactly four minutes before the kidnapping." Killian's jaw tightened. "They planned every second." "Yes, sir." Another man stepped forward. "The ransom still hasn't come." Killian looked at him.