Novel & Cerita Nier 9s

My voice was hoarse as I asked her, "Lucy, are you sure you want to divorce me over a drinking-game challenge? This is our ninth divorce. I won't remarry you again. I'll ask you one last time. Do you really want this?" I remembered how we had gotten together. She pursued me first, staging nine elaborated declarations of love that people still talked about on campus. And yet, on the very night we registered our marriage, she'd asked for a divorce. At the time, I had asked why. She had smirked and said, "I humiliated myself declaring my love for you nine times. Even if I divorce you nine times, you can take it. You owe me this!" That was why I endured all those humiliations, telling myself it

The man hung his head low, his fingers buried deep in his hair, carefully considering where I might have gone. As his eyes wandered, they suddenly fell upon the trash can nearby. Those pink fragments looked so familiar that the moment he saw them, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slowly crouched down, not caring that the cream stains would dirty his sleeves. He picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit. Then, he carefully assembled them back together. There were exactly 99 reconciliation vouchers. He remembered five years ago, when he had looked at those vouchers and sincerely promised me, "Cecilia, don't worry. I'll never give you a reason to use them."

"So, you never liked me? Not even a little?" "I did, once," I admitted. "But your jokes showed you weren't worth it." Ignoring her and my raving parents, I ordered security to escort the troublemakers out. Predictably, my parents wouldn't let go of their cash cow that easily. They first bombarded me with calls and texts. Then they rounded up some online reporters, blocking the company entrance with phones live-streaming. "World-famous designer Troy Nielsen is an ungrateful son. He hogged $50 million and dumped his parents!"

"Looks like you don’t know much about soccer." "First time watching." I knew the basics. Kick the ball, score a goal. Rumor said wolves played rougher than humans, but beyond that, I was clueless. Nena leaned in like she was teaching a secret. "Nessa’s the goalie. That’s why her jersey’s different. Only she can use her hands. Iver’s the winger, fastest on the team. Finch plays center defense. Otis’s defense too." I nodded along, piecing things together. The numbers lined up with their positions. Backups, random. Starters, fixed.

About the size of a fingernail. Nico leaned forward, eyes narrowing instantly. There was no physical reaction from him, but inside he was a mess. Nero didn’t move, not immediately. For a heartbeat, he just stared at it, his expression unreadable. Then slowly, like something dangerous awakening, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth—but there was no humor in it. “That,” Nico said quietly, “looks like…” “It is,” Nero confirmed in a low, measured voice. “The chip.”

We’re to meet in two days, on an asteroid belt in the Q Sector. So I get to work, finishing up my newest design. It’s quite simple, really. I create a stand in the middle of the Command Deck. But instead of being made of metal or titanium, it’s made of solid Neron. Valen pulled enough of it from the earth outside to create a three-foot tall stand with two handles to grip at the top. The base of it goes to those tubes that flow through the ship, connecting to the Core affixed to the top of this beast.

Gill said and looked at him. "Sorry Ms. Gill, I just feel a little bit sleepy, all of this talking is so boring," he said and looked at me. "Oh, Rhyss. Nini continue." I took a deep breath before answering. "My name is Nini, I'm 11 years old and the most important thing to me is this necklace," I said and showed my necklace to them. "That's a wonderful necklace, Nini. Can you tell us why it's important to you?" Ms. Gill asked so I nodded.

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With love -N & S (MIddlebencherzz)

"Or a secret passage, maybe? This is her weapon, so I guess it shouldn't be that easy to find." [~bzz~] [~bzz~] [Alright! Since you have come here, I assume you want my weapon. Well, I am already dead by the time you reach there, so no point in letting him go to waste. Listen to my instructions carefully.] [Stand as close as possible to the wall, you'll notice 9 dots in 3 × 3 matrix or table. Each dot represents a number from 1 to 9 in the decimal number system. The three dots in the top horizontal row represents number 1,2,3. The middle row represents numbers 4,5,6. And the last row represents numbers 7,8,9]