Nine Film Novels & Stories

I looked into his eyes — those beautiful eyes — and asked one last time, "Do you still love me?" He laughed like I'd said something funny, came back over, patted my head, and answered without missing a beat. "Of course I do. Don't overthink it. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll celebrate our anniversary then — I already made a reservation." He sounded so sure of himself. I nodded. "Okay. I'll wait for you." For the first time in nine years, I lied to him. I turned and started walking back to my room. But Jason — who had been in such a hurry to leave — was still standing by the door. He hadn't moved.

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

"No, you're Jenna. You've finally returned." Tears streamed down her face in thick rivulets. "I'm so sorry for letting you suffer for nine long years. But now, you have me, and all my love is yours. You don't need to be afraid anymore. That little wretch is gone. She got exactly what she deserved, just like that monster…" Fear coursed through Anna, making her body quake. She flailed in a desperate and weak frenzy, as if she might crumble into pieces. Mom rose, carrying a bowl of her ever-greasy stew. "Jenna, just drink a little…"

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."

I said, my voice quiet. “I know what kind of woman stands in the middle of a ballroom and doesn’t cry,” he replied. “I know what kind of woman builds something from the ground up only to have it ripped from her hands. So I know you enough to know that you want to bring the bastard to his knees.” I swallowed hard. “Why one hundred and nine days?” His lips curved slightly. “Because that’s exactly how long it took him to break you.” I looked away without a word. I knew he was right but I didn't want to accept

I looked into his eyes. The arrogance that had always lived behind Julian's gaze was gone. What was left was just sorrow. I didn't answer his question right away. I undid the buttons at my collar and pulled the fabric aside until the scar showed. A long, raised line ran down toward my heart. "Julian. Do you remember this scar?" "The night before our ninety-eighth engagement. You took me out to see a movie. On the way there, a car hit me. The driver fled the scene. They never found him."

Unspoilt, honest and kind, as well as being the first woman to value him more than his wealth. Of course there was that guy, Michael, but Andrea had noticed that references to him had become a rarity. In any case he resolutely avoided recalling that awkward angle because, in every way that mattered, Elena Mario was his. Possession was nine-tenths of the law, he reminded himself staunchly.

Wala ring makapag-isip. "Saka dapat yung story kabisado ng lahat." "Uhmmm... Hansel and Gretel.!" Nagsitinginan sila. "Red Riding hood na lang para masbata lalo.!" Pilosopo ni Dino. "Taken na kasi yung Beauty and the Beast. Yun pa naman ang master piece ng taon ngayon." Wala...di aki makaimik... Sila na ang bahala.... saka baguhan ako dito.

"What's going on?" Callum muttered to himself in disbelief. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he began checking his phone for the past medical records. "97, 98, 99." It was then that he recalled he had once told Talia that if she created 99 substitutes for him, then he would let her go. Still, he had never thought about divorcing her! Pulling out his gun, he aimed it right between his subordinate's eyes and asked frostily, "Tell me who told you to chop off Talia's hands!"

After Melody cheated and returned to the family, I started posting online every day. [Is cheating addictive?] [Just how thrilling is cheating, really?] [When a woman cheats, does she feel worse for her kids or her lover?] … I tagged her school in every post, making sure each one appeared right in front of her students, her colleagues, and even her lover. Everyone told me to stop making such an ugly scene and be the bigger person. Only Melody stood up for me. "I'm the one who did something wrong. It's only fair to let Tony vent a little." That lasted until my 99th post. Then Melody stormed in as if she'd lost her mind and smashed my computer. "Anthony, are you ever going to stop? I alr