Mk 9 Characters Novels & Stories

If there were really something going on between us, I wouldn't have married you, would I? Elton Stafford immediately chimed in, "It's just a kiss, Jonas. Tracie's with you now anyway, so don't be so petty. Besides, that's how people usually greet others abroad. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" Tracie nodded along with him, the guilt in her eyes slowly hardening into certainty. I felt sick. How could they shamelessly twist the truth? Even if some cultures greeted people with a kiss, it was never so passionate.

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The previous Dimitri will swear by blood that no one can bend him to do anything but of lately the change has begin to sip into him without caution. He admitted silently. The Marco group isn't an enemy but not a friend either, in this world friendship is only meant to be said as words and not to be taken to heart. There is no friend rather partners, alliances and maybe more. Power only runs deeper and deeper and whoever calls the shot wins. As for Dimitri he is the shot, he calls the shot, he shoot the shot. The call lasted for a minute before the line disconnected. He leaned back against the headrest, eyes closed as the busy city passed them by.

"You have a sister?" A humorless laugh escaped him. "Most people are surprised by that." Aubrey couldn't argue. The image she'd built of Killian never included family. Never included people he cared about. Yet now every line of his body screamed concern. Protectiveness. Fear. And that realization unsettled her. Because if Killian cared this much... Then whatever was happening had to be serious. "How old is she?" Aubrey asked. "Nineteen." Only nineteen. Aubrey swallowed.

The birthmark on her shoulder, however, could not be erased. Even Charlotte, who knew Number-9 so well that she could pretend to be her, did not know about this birthmark. Jim had noticed the birthmark because he had helped Number-9 wrap up her wound on the shoulder when she had a fight with another child. Thinking of this, Jim furrowed and said, "Number-9 has a birthmark on her shoulder. It's on the right side, in fact." Assistant Lowe quickly recorded down the information and repeated, "So, Ms. Number-9 has a birthmark on the side of her shoulder, yes? Do you remember the shape of the birthmark?"

She asked and Audrey nodded, she really doesn't want to make her feel bad, she is just like them, just that she gets a bit of special treatment. Audrey dismissed the maids since it was a private conversation and they bowed before walking away. “Yes, I am spending ninety days with him and I have less than two months left.” “Really? Ninety days?” She asked and Audrey nodded as she gulped down a glass of water. “I on my spent thirty days with him, why did you get ninety?” Kyla asked trying to fight her pain. “I don't know, that was the days he gave me. I can't wait for it to be over.”

At the very end, James placed my hand into Elijah’s. “Kid, she’s yours now. “But remember this. “She’ll always be the daughter of ninety-nine men.” As we exchanged rings, a thunderous roar echoed across the sky. Ninety-nine helicopters formed four giant words overhead. [Congratulations, Newlyweds.] When I was thirty-two, I gave birth to twins—a boy and a girl. Outside the delivery room, ninety-nine white-haired old men packed the entire hallway. The head nurse almost thought a mafia war was about to break out inside the hospital.