Nier 9s Novels & Stories

Patel called on Kathleen. “Ms. Turner,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “Can you explain the role of NADH in the electron transport chain?” Kathleen straightened up, flipping her hair like that would magically give her the answer. “Uh… it’s… like, it carries electrons? To make ATP or something?” Mr. Patel sighed. “No. Anyone else?” My hand went up before I could stop it. “Mia?” he said, nodding. “NADH donates electrons to the chain at complex one,” I said. “It gets oxidized to NAD+, and the electrons move through the complexes, pumping protons and eventually driving ATP synthase.”

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!"

he snapped. Rea made a face, and hurt flashed across her features, then she pivoted, her skirts whispering. “You’re impossible. I’ll be in my room. Practicing pretending.” She left as quietly as she’d come. The door sealed the silence. On the screens, the figure remained mid-step, caught forever between one danger and the next. Nico closed the box on the knight, the click decisive. “I’ll start with Marena.” Nero nodded. “And the staff?”

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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NINA. The paper hit my desk with a soft thud, but the red 99 circled at the top burned through me like fire. I stared at it with anger. I tried harder this time. How could I have ninety-nine when I read the entire curriculum? It was all I did?! “Zade. Hundred. Malik. Hindered again.” The teacher called their names with a proud grin and the duo, they crossed their hands on their chest and smiled. But I was pissed.

Anna is also shocked but quickly realizes something. “Lavi…” she whispers in horror. “I think I know who it is!” “Hello Ace.” Both of them jump in shock. Anna knows that voice very well. How can she forget it? They slowly turn towards the voice. Lavi’s eyes fall on a slim girl who is barely an adult. “Long time no see,” Nine grins as her clan members gather behind her, ready to attack. She points at the couple and adds, “Catch them!”