Nine By Nine Novels & Stories

Lavi pushes Anna aside, shielding her but both of them are staring wide eyed at Nine. Her short dark hair has turned white and her eyes are glowing in a violet shade. Raising her hands, she shoots another purple blast at the men, separating them from Anna and Lavi. But Nine is on the other side of the barrier, trapping herself with Damien and his men. “Go!” She exclaims. “Just go!” “Nine-” Anna yells but Lavi pulls her away. “We have to save her!” Anna demands. “She will be fine!” Lavi assures her. “She knows what to do.”

In the end, I went to a breeding facility. It cost me fifteen dollars to buy one that was jumping all over the place. I'll never forget how surprised and touched Seth looked. "Nevaeh, you're so kind to me." I felt so guilty. I just wanted to repay him for saving me. Then, Seth heard about another remedy consisting of a centipede boiled in water. He wanted me to catch a huge one, over one foot long. Later on, he told me to boil wasp tails in water. Over the course of a year, he had me looking for all sorts of dangerous bugs to help his legs.

"Caleb is my brother's name. It doesn't quite fit you, does it?" The little boy looked up at me with an expression far too weighted and guilty for someone his age. "My name is Yuvan White. I work for the Temporal Command." He paused. "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm so sorry you've had to go through all of this." He told me everything. His assignment had been to enter Tristan's body and follow the original story through to its ending. The Temporal Command used that process to harvest energy from small worlds like this one, energy that kept the larger world running.

"Leticia—" "You heard her." Lucas turned to James. His body leaned forward slightly, elegant and predatory at once. His voice was low, but the pressure in it chilled the air. "James Colombo. You had nine chances to keep her by your side. You wasted all nine. Now she is beside me. And I will tell you this: I will spend my life treating her well because she is Leticia. She is my Principessa. She is my Donna. He paused, and the faint, dangerous curve of his smile fully appeared.

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His question went like this, “Mom, how many brain do I have?” Mom laughed. “Of course there is one sweetie.” “Our teacher said that when I add ‘s’ to a certain single word like cup it will become plural.” Mom nodded. “Yeah! Your teacher is right.” She replied without knowing where Josh was heading to. Josh became quiet for a second. His brow furrowed. I knew he was probably thinking of something. “ But she just said that Iyvonne has brains, meaning that she has more than one brain.”

“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.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

He kept his eyes on the paper. “Want me to walk through one with you?” A shrug. I took that as a yes. “Okay, number six,” I said, shifting a little closer. “If three-fourths of a number is nine, what’s the number?” Jayden stared blankly. “Huh?” I looked up at him. “It’s just about flipping the fraction. Think about what would give you nine if you multiplied it by three-fourths.” He blinked. “Luna explained it better.”

"Madame Dalia, I assure you, Nine is pregnant. Maybe it is someone you don't know if but these tests do not lie. Nine is pregnant," Nine sat there quietly, staring at the floor, and, to her, it seemed like the world broke in two.