Missing Nine Cast Novels & Stories

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Wait, is that a misprint? Shirley's groom isn't Oscar—it's Jamie!" "Yeah, so the one marrying Oscar isn't Shirley but Myra. Then why is she trying to hurt herself?" Everyone froze. Oscar's hand was still bleeding. He loosened his hold on Myra, then looked up at the poster behind Shirley. The bride's and groom's names were listed as Shirley and Jamie. His heart skipped a beat as he turned to Shirley with a look of disbelief. "You're not marrying me today?"

Catching the flicker of confusion in Clara's eyes, he stammered, "C-Clara, do you not believe me? Why would you need to check the footage?" Clara's brows furrowed ever so slightly, but she didn't say anything. Caleb's eyes darted around in panic. When he realized he couldn't stop it, he fell back on the same pitiful act again. "Fine. If you don't trust me, I'll just leave! Lucas only slapped me because he was upset. I'm fine, really." Clara instinctively reached out and caught his hand. Caleb shot me a subtle, triumphant smirk. The next second, the manager came over with a tablet. "I have the footage right here, Mr. Lucas."

“Who are you talking to? That cousin again, or someone I don’t know?” I had just finished confirming my flight. I locked the screen. “I was reading the news.” His face darkened even more. He snatched the phone from my hand and demanded the passcode. “Our anniversary,” I said. Nine years together. Six simple digits. He entered them once. Then again. Then a third time. The phone stayed locked in his hand. By the time we returned to Blackthorn House, neither of us had spoken another word. The car had barely stopped before he helped Lyra upstairs, one arm wrapped around her waist as if she might break.

Nothing had moved. Rosalina stood at the bottom of the stairs. Her eyes reddened the moment she saw me. Alberto came out from the study and stood behind her. His hair had turned almost white. He had lost weight, and deep lines marked his face. He looked at me and opened his mouth, but no words came out. "I am back," I said. Rosalina walked toward me and raised a hand. She stopped it in midair and did not touch me. "You have lost weight," she said. Her voice was rough.

Father and Mother were utterly devastated, prompting them to cut off Elara's financial support entirely. Elara completely let herself go after being cut off, spending all her days mingling with the lowest social classes of Auremount. She suddenly vanished without a trace before long, never appearing again. Father and Mother were crushed by one disaster after another, leaving them both deeply depressed and miserable all day long. They tried to visit me at Lunara Sanctum several times, but because of my high status and the tight security, they couldn't even get anywhere near the entrance of Lunara Sanctum.

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

My fractures still weren't fully healed. There was a bandage wrapped around my arm. I tried my best, but I missed two notes during the accompaniment. The second I finished, Sheila pounced. She pulled Julian aside, pointed at me across the room, and started to cry. A minute later he came over, his face like a thundercloud. "You know this piece backwards. How did you miss that many notes?" "Were you doing it on purpose?" "Is this how you repay my father for everything he's done for you? For my trust?"

She didn't understand and instinctively drew back. Dad's face was pale and worn, with veins standing out on his forehead. His body stayed rigid, trapped between holding Mom back and keeping himself upright. The shouting, crying, beeping monitors, and the nurses' hurried voices created a deafening clamor. Somehow, I felt a strange stillness as a tiny voice in my heart whispered, "So that's how it is," before fading slowly. Suddenly, I felt confused. How had it all turned out like this? According to the script I had thought I knew, Anna would recover, Mom would get what she wanted, and Dad wouldn't have to be torn in two. The three of them should have lived happily together.

His steps were confident like he knew exactly where he was going, which was good, because the place was a maze and I swore at one point we’d gone in a circle. Sitting in a central bar was a man who hadn’t changed a bit in the weeks since I’d last seen him. In fact, he looked the same as when I first met him almost two months ago. Unlike Six, the only difference I saw in Nine was the green eyes I’d seen in Paris versus the brown of Tennessee. “There you are!” Nine gave a broad smile and held out his hand. “So good to see you again.” Six smiled back and took his hand. “How are you doing?”

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."