Ninten Novels & Stories

“Sir, excuse me for interrupting, but is already ten.” said Nina me over the intercom. “So? what do you want me to do?” I barked. “To go to your fucking meeting!” she exclaimed out of nowhere, and I couldn’t hide the shock that caused me listening to my shy assistant speaking to me like that “I’m so sorry sir, it’s just that... You exasperate me. Please, don’t fire me. I have a house to pay, a cat and triplets and...”

And it was going come back and bite him in his ass. Someone help me out my dumb stupid self, please. Sorin pleaded mentally. Sorin's mobile pinged indicating he had a message and it woke him up from his self depreciating thoughts. Removing the phone from his pocket he saw his screen light up with the message Where are you? from Maceo. I am going to the ring to fight Sorin typed back. Why? I thought you didn't have any fights for today? Maceo replied. Just want to Sorin again replied.

After not seeing her for a few minutes I figured she was in the locker room so with that I walked over to Nick . " Hey good morning " I said to him " Good morning Alpha I believe everybody's here and on time too " he said back to me. I just nodded my head " good you can make announcements in 5 minutes just let me stretch first" I stated to him " You're the alpha you shouldn't have the need to still stretch." He said, " Yes ,but it's still annoying to get leg cramps…" I stopped mid sentence because I felt eyes on me and I know it's Katrina . So I turn and look at her , she is standing on the other side of the medium size arena .

He scowled. "Why? He asked. It will be interesting to watch people wonder why I know so many people whose names are numbers," I replied. "Two is barely many people," he scoffed. "See, that's why my Dad is One, Noah is Two, Violet Is Three, Summer is Four, Wes is Seven. Cash is Eight, and Eli is Nine," I explained. For the second time, his face palmed himself in my honor. "Just get in the car, blossom, " he sighed as he opened the door for me, making me laugh. "You just won't admit that my thinking is awesome," I said as we made our way to school. He rolled his eyes."There are many things in the world that are awesome. Your thinking is not one of them. If anything, it's lame." I gasped. Take

he told her. "Really? It might be their batch. Where is it?" Sage crossed his hands to his back, "I told Rae to visit the neighbourhood pack." "Okay, good. What does it look like?" Aurora asked as she walked after Sage who had turned to leave. "It's designed with the colour red and black with a portrayal of an eagle inscribed on it," he relayed and Aurora tried to think if she had seen something like that. "I'm sure we'll find them soon and I don't think they are from Autumn pack."

Probably it should be. Baubles Whale. Dangling on the wrist. One, two, three... Nine. He may not count. Knows exactly. He remembers how she tied - fastened each of them. He remembers every meeting from the first to the last second. There was another one, the tenth ... Instead of a bauble, he received something else. Instead of a commemorative notch - a fat dot. All. End. Finish. Apocalypse.

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

Aria sneered. "They'll believe what we tell them to believe. We have judges, senators and media executives. All placed and loyal to us." He walked closer. "We've been building this network for forty years, you found one facility and we have seven others. You exposed one operation and we have twenty more. You won a battle. But the war?" He shook his head. "The war is ours." "Then why negotiate?" I asked. "Why not just take us?"

The words stenciled on the metal read: "GLITCH: Tech, Trade, No Talk." He knocked once. A few seconds passed. Then the shutter groaned open. A boy stood inside. Half his face was covered in dark plating, the other half too young to be this tired. His mechanical eye scanned Tunde in silence. “I need to see Madam Glitch,” Tunde said.“No walk-ins.” “I’m selling.” He pulled the cloth back just enough for the boy to glimpse the faint blue shimmer.The boy paused.