Nine Lives Caryl Novels & Stories

The old woman's words hung in the air long after she said them. "The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned." Nobody moved. Not Kai, Not Draven, Not even the servant. The whole courtyard had turned to stone around me, and I stood in the middle of it, shaking, with no idea why a stranger kneeling on cold marble made me feel like the ground had opened under my feet. Ninth life?? What did that even mean? I looked at Kai. His jaw was tight enough to crack. I looked at Draven. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling.

Published it under her name and because of it Yuki Carter becomes the top ranking Best-seller author once again. The Lonely Eyes written by Yuki Carter become famous. It is not impossible the book reached Dryzen . He is despised with the book. It is all about him. Accurate and directly pointing at him. He ordered his secretary to do something to make the book disappear in the market. Also, he want to speak personally to the author of the book. Yuki accept the invitation, but she was killed by Dryzen after he find out that she is the Grand Alpha’s adopted sister.

The loud ping of an elevator has me frowning. Elevator? There was no elevator here when Kira brought me into this hideous place. Panic rise from the pit of my stomach and spread to every inch of my body, its flames licking at my fingertips as different scenarios of how he can defile me and if he also turns out to be a serial killer, how he would cut off my throat and throw away my body invade my mind. I didn't get to act on the instinct telling me to struggle with him because the next sound that invaded my head is that of a car being opened and then I felt it...

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."

The door to my room was suddenly pushed open without warning. My brother, Adrian Hoffman, walked in and scoffed when he saw me staring blankly at my diary. "Aren't you a little too old to be writing a diary?" Normally, I would have argued back. But this time, I didn't even lift my head or respond. Seeing my lack of reaction, he grew irritated and ran his hand through his hair before snatching my diary to take a look. On it was a single number—99.

Caleb nodded and led me to the car. - Dinner that night was with both our families. Mom smiled with relief when she saw me and Caleb enter. Then she told me that Dad refused to divorce, so she had already filed through the courts. After dinner, Caleb drove me home. From a distance, I spotted someone familiar standing at the doorway. Hearing the car, Hayden turned. When he saw Caleb in the driver's seat, a flash of displeasure crossed his eyes. The moment I stepped out, Hayden came forward and handed me a box.

"Nineteen's going to be a good year, Kels. I can feel it." I believed her completely. Why wouldn't I? She had never once been wrong about anything that mattered. Tonight I just closed my eyes, listened to Talia's breathing even out on the mattress beside me, and let myself feel exactly as lucky as I was. Nineteen was going to be the best year of my life.

After Isak's old flame, Julia, came back to town, she made a bet with me: he gets nine chances to choose between us in life-or-death situations. The one he abandons for the ninth time has to walk away. I agreed. The ninth time, a single phone call from Julia was all it took for Isak to leave me on the side of the road again. "Drive! Go!" Isak's voice was sharp, laced with a panic I'd never heard before. I clutched the gunshot wound in my stomach, blood seeping through my fingers, staining my white silk shirt.

I held out my hand. Kane, ears flushed red in the way they always did when he was emotional, slipped a nine-carat diamond onto my finger. The blood drained from Kael’s face. Then Kane lifted me into his arms and carried me toward the waiting car. Behind us, Kael made one final, terrible choice. He seized the silver cake knife from the reception table and shouted after me in a voice gone raw with grief. “You only won’t turn back because you’re afraid of being hurt again.”