Nine Nine Trailer Novels & Stories

I tossed the bottle I was holding right into the trash can with a whoosh. "I'm free all night!"

Both can be true. “Old mines,” he said. I drew lines: cots arranged for a photograph; the blanket placed off-centre for maximum pain; trash not quite rotten; scuffs by the back door saying the last heavy thing wasn’t a child but a crate. “They dressed it for us,” I said. “A set. They wanted twenty minutes of grief and twenty hours of the wrong hunt.” “Then we won’t,” Luther said. His men hauled the survivor into the light. Garron’s camera clicked. Kade crackled—river net online, thermals on the ridge, Unit Nine moving north because men who say east here often mean north after two turns.

"Tray 13." Saka ako nilingon ni Jin. Lumapit sa akin... "Tara..." Ha? Kala ko kakain? Bakit siya lalabas? Sumunod na lang ako na nagtataka. Pero di kami pumunta ng parking area. Diretso siyang naglakad papunta sa may dalampasigan... At may mga cottage nga dun... Tumuloy siya sa isa... Ay wow... hahaha.. parang dito kami kakain!

“Of course, I will let you go.” “Really? Oh my God, thank you so much.” “But that will be after ninety days.” “What?” She screamed. “Yes, ninety days.” “What do you mean after ninety days? Are you crazy? You kidnapped me for no reason and you won't let me go till after ninety days?” “You should be lucky I didn't say I will kill you.” “Let me go, this is a great offense and I will report you to the cops, untie me and let me go.”

She had called him ninety-nine times because she was bleeding. Their child was gone and he had not answered the phone. The second document was a divorce agreement. Both their names were signed on it. He recognized his own signature. It was on the "investment agreement" she had asked him to sign. She had tricked him. She had been planning to leave all along. Enzo sank to the floor. He could not believe what he was seeing. She had known everything. She had known Chiara was not really dying. She had known Chiara was carrying his child. She had known he had been lying to her.

he said with a faint smile and a hint of affection in his eyes. My heart went cold. The tears I had just shed out of gratitude suddenly felt ridiculous. After being abandoned 99 times, why would I still expect any love from them? When I didn't respond, Joel impatiently scratched his head. "Come on, Soph. Yvette's never been abroad before. It's her first time going somewhere that far. As her family, we should be there for her. "Besides, you've never seen the Northern Lights either. Think of it as an early honeymoon."

Lil Nine raised the sky lantern and ordered. The young man turned around with his eyes closed. “Open your eyes.” The young man squinted his right eye, opening a very tiny gap. When he did not see anything inappropriate, he eased up and opened his eyes fully. "What is this?" The young man looked at the neatly folded colored paper in Sis Nine’s hand and asked curiously. Lil Nine asked, "Want to see?" The young man nodded dazedly. "Don’t you dare tell anyone that I’m a 36B," Lil Nine threatened.

And when I finally made it to my bed, alone under the twelve-thousand-thread-count sheets, I didn’t even pretend to reach for Victor’s side. I reached for myself instead, biting the pillow so the staff wouldn’t hear whose name I was moaning when I came a second time that night. Twenty-nine days. God, I was already losing count.

"...You run." She looked into his eyes. There was no arrogance now. Only fear. Fear for her. She gave a small nod. "I promise." — The convoy reached the abandoned warehouse thirty minutes later. Rain clouds gathered overhead once again. The building looked forgotten. Broken windows. Rusted metal doors. Silence. Too much silence. Nathan signaled his team. They spread out immediately. Killian turned toward Aubrey. "Stay behind me." "I know." "No heroics." "I know." "No wandering."

It was a photo of him in his hospital bed, holding the tiramisu. The caption read: “Thanks, Annie. This is the best comfort dessert ever.” Underneath it, Annie had left a smiley face. I shoved my phone into my pocket, heart hollow. It had been ninety-nine times or maybe more than that. However, whatever the number was, it was time to let go.