Nine Ties Novels & Stories

"You can't nail the coffin shut!" Everyone present was a little confused by her reaction. I also looked at her, pretending to be confused. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" "No… It's just that if you nail the coffin shut, won't it make it less breathable?" I almost could not hold back the smile on my face. Several relatives were present. I bet that Jessie would not want to lose her job because she helped fake Raymond's death. After all, the death certificate had been issued. It would surely spell the end of her career.

He eagerly took me towards the plush bed, where he hovered above me. Our lips locked in a passionate embrace, the sound of our breath mingling in the air. His skilled tongue operated into every nook and cranny of my mouth, mirroring my own explorations. The electrifying sensation sent shivers down my spine. After a moment of uncertainty, he gently pulled away from the kiss, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. As the fabric slid off his sculpted frame, my eyes were drawn to a tattoo adorning his waist, elegantly spelling out “25/06” in roman numerals. I longed to inquire about its significance, but his sheer beauty left me speechless.

--- As I moved through the streets, I felt eyes on me. People were staring. Whispering. I frowned, pulling out my phone. And that’s when I saw it. A headline trending at the top of social media. “Disgraced Ex-Wife Abandons Sick Child—Susie Winters’ Cold-Blooded Past Comes to Light”

He straightened his suit jacket, his composure returning as quickly as it had shattered. "This sheaf of flowers sent in my name" he said, voice now low and controlled, "will only make me look ridiculous if I acknowledge it. I will pretend it is nothing." He didn’t look at me when he said it. And I definitely understood Don Vitale wasn’t interested in peace. Not really. He was interested in winning. And anything that made him look soft was an insult. I nodded slowly, pretending to agree. But inside, something shifted. If he wouldn’t do anything… then I would.

Apart from a few hours of sleep,Mia spent all her time pouring out all her digital media. Three days later, she was finally able to send a final design to the client. The bespoke ensemble consisted of a double breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and a skinny black tie. A silver tie clip completed the outfit. Over the course of her work, Mia had presumed that this client must be young, probably around her age or so. After all her designs did not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart and fashionable at the same time.

Chet, on the other hand, made a noticeable effort to grab my attention. We had Chemistry 101 together, and since I wasn't friends with anyone in the class, he picked me as his partner. It didn't escape my attention the way the other girls in the lab glared at me. Chet was on the lacrosse team, chiseled, and had piercing, blue eyes. His dark-brown hair was long on top and shaved on the sides, which I thought went out in the nineties, yet it worked on him. And while his confidence could be suffocating, once I'd spent a little time with him doing labs and homework, I enjoyed his company.

He focused on the riddle, breaking it down. Taken from a mine… shut inside a wooden case… never released… “Pencil,” he muttered. Graphite was mined, encased in wood, and never removed. He typed 736245—the corresponding numbers for the letters P-E-N-C-I-L. The keypad beeped, and the lock clicked. Mason shoved the door open, his gun raised as he stepped inside. The room was dark, save for a single spotlight illuminating Happiness. She was tied to a chair, her head snapping up as the door opened. Relief flashed across her face when she saw him.

“But I don’t want you to feel like you’re bothering the wrong person. So…” He pulled a small notepad from his pocket, scribbling quickly, then tore the paper and held it out to me. “This is my personal number. If anything happens again, if you need help, call me directly. Don’t hesitate.” I stared at the paper in his hand, my heart tightening. No one had said those words to me in a long time—call me directly if you need me. Thames never did. My family never did. And yet, here was this man, a neighbor I barely knew, offering something I’d been craving: the reassurance that I wasn’t entirely alone.

“I missed you in every way, I missed you, I missed your touch, your lips, and your body, I guess every being in you.” “Are you sure?” “Do you want me to prove it?” “Maybe.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck, nibbling on her, she threw her head backward to give him more access to her neck. “I need a yes or no.” “Hmmm.” She moaned not giving him the answer he wanted to hear. He continued his manifestation on her body, he snuck his hand under her dress rubbing at her panties, with one hand around her waist, holding her close to his body.

“Please accept my gift for you, Andricia. I really like you because you’re so genius and beautiful.” “OMG. They are from our same university. How come you knew that we will be here?” Jaira asked the three guys in front of our table. They put their gifts in the table. I looked at them with my boring face. I saw three big gifts that was put in boxes and there are also letters on the top. The hell! I looked at their faces and they are not my style. They are too boring to flirt with. They are actually nerds, and I am out of their leagues. I can’t flirt with those kinds of men.