Nine Ties Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 Who the fuck was this lecherous asshole? With his creepy smirk and filthy actions...did girls fall for this? I was so uncomfortable with his constant staring and now this fake Barbie on his lap and him fondling her like a blow-up doll. Geez, yuck, but if not for his horrendous actions, he looked handsome. When I walked in, he caught my eye, and that didn't happen very often; actually, it didn't happen ever!!! He wore a dark pinstripe Hugo Boss custom suit, his jacket hanging on the back of his chair, and his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up. The top two buttons of his shirt were open like he had come straight from a meeting. His flashy ( read Gaudy) Patek Philipe watch was screa

Then another text came through, carrying his usual unquestionable certainty. [Once I’m done handling this situation, we’ll have the wedding. I promise. Just wait for me a little longer, okay?] I stared at the message for half a minute before blocking his number and deleting every way he could contact me. As the plane took off, I watched the city slowly disappear beneath the clouds. I touched the scar on my face that hadn’t fully faded, then looked down at the bandages wrapped around my hands. There was no reluctance, only relief. Ninety-nine canceled weddings were enough.

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.

When I begged him to spend just a day with me, eyes red with desperation, he told me, "Sienna has always been frail, and now, she's lost her memories. She needs me. "Don't worry. I'm just helping her recover. There won't be anything between us." He promised me that he would only help Sienna fulfill 99 wishes. After that, he would come back to me and stay with me forever, just like he'd vowed in the first place. Every time he fulfilled one of Sienna's wishes, I would make a paper star. Seven days ago, I made the 99th star. If he could grant Sienna 99 wishes, could I exchange these 99 stars for just one of mine?

The only place that seemed to satire my appetite was Suzie but even at that, there was only some much waffles and coffee could do for me. I was close by when I saw here and I stopped in my tracks immediately. Tara stood in the produce section, stretching on her tiptoes with her arm extended toward the top shelf, fingers grazing but not quite reaching whatever she was after. She was wearing denim overalls over a white t-shirt, her blonde hair pulled up in a messy knot, a few loose strands curling around her neck. My chest tightened in response to her and I drew in a sharp breath. I watched her for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration, and her body stretching higher.

I noticed her closely that she always have a problem with tying either her necklace or her shoes laces. I tip toed towards her so she couldn't sense my presence. I bent down in front of her and remove her fingers from the laces. "Let me..."I said to her and before she could protest,my fingers already begun their task while I felt her constant stare on me. "Done..."I got up on my feet and dusted off my hands once I tied both her boots laces properly. "You know you should do it."She said ticking a hair strand behind her ear.

Ainara was clearing away Andres’s breakfast—the bowl of chocolate rice porridge he barely touched, the spoon that was hardly used. She placed them carefully on the tray, trying to show tenderness and patience. The television was on in the background, tuned to CNN. The news showed footage of the airport in New York. The people, the lines, the departure gates—all familiar sights. Andres glanced at the screen, his eyes cold, but his brow twitched slightly. It was as if a memory knocked at the back of his mind.

“To show how strong I am.” “Strong?” “Yes. A figure-of-eight knot—the hardest to undo.” Slowly, he bent his head over, down to my ear. “There’s no knot too hard for me. Just by kissing their tattoos, girls loosen up.” I interrupted him immediately. “How can you be sure everyone likes you?” “Small details,” he replied. “Such as?” I asked. “You haven’t asked me to let go of you.” I scoffed, pushing him hard. “Obviously, I want you to go!”

“Yeah. Tangled together for life and inseparable.” “Pfft! That’s weird, but okay. Let’s be vines, then.” ... Jason’s fingers closed around the rings. His hand trembled uncontrollably. Five years. She had ordered these rings five years ago. How had everything fallen apart in just five years?! Jason went back to his cold and silent room. Then he angrily threw the rings into the trash. His breathing grew ragged like a trapped animal. He slid down against the doorframe and collapsed to the floor as pain ripped through his chest.

Once our eyes meet, his jaw tightens and he mindlinks me to follow him. “That jerk…he is going to hurt you again…call Nathan or let me out!” Nina growls.