Nintey Nine Lives Novels & Stories

She carefully picked up each piece from the trash. She worked patiently to put them back together. There were exactly ninety-nine make-up cards. She remembered five years ago when she had looked at the cards with sincerity and said, “Yoel, don’t worry. I’ll never give you a chance to use them.” She also remembered all the times she had casually offered to use them over the years. The feelings she had worked so hard to save had been wasted in the two years with Connor until they were completely gone. Yvette, who had always been careful about numbers, seemed to lose all sense of the ninety-nine make-up cards whenever Connor was around.

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.

In the end, I went to a breeding facility. It cost me fifteen dollars to buy one that was jumping all over the place. I'll never forget how surprised and touched Seth looked. "Nevaeh, you're so kind to me." I felt so guilty. I just wanted to repay him for saving me. Then, Seth heard about another remedy consisting of a centipede boiled in water. He wanted me to catch a huge one, over one foot long. Later on, he told me to boil wasp tails in water. Over the course of a year, he had me looking for all sorts of dangerous bugs to help his legs.

Samuel's puzzled voice came from behind me. "Ms. Johnson, you're taking the cable car down? You're not walking?" I turned around and met the confusion in both Samuel's and Hayden's eyes. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. For three years, ninety-nine visits to draw a fortune stick. Every time, I had climbed the mountain on my knees. Then I limped all the way back down. All of it was to show heaven how sincere I was. I thought if I was sincere enough, I would eventually receive a supreme blessing.

There was only one of the stray we didn’t find, or so it seemed. “You can go,” Nine said to the man beside me, sending his goon away. “Can’t watch your own back?” Six asked. “Or have you gotten that lazy?” “You’re alive,” Nine said, his expression blank. “I wasn’t expecting that after your ocean dive to save your pet.” “You of all people should know I don’t die that easily.” Nine’s gaze hardened. “No, you always have had a way of avoiding death. It’s almost as if you’re a cat.” Nine’s arm rose, his gun aimed at Six. “Let’s see if you’ve reached your ninth life.”

Since Nine was taken and locked up, he hadn’t been able to swallow a single thing besides water. He was exhausted. Every day he fought for her freedom, but it wasn’t enough. The harder he pushed, the more Vince and the council resisted. They didn’t want to see an Unfortunate rise from the ashes. They didn’t want an Unfortunate to become one of them. They were intimidated by her and what she stood for. Or at least most of them were. Kade knew Vince only wanted to see him suffer, but he’d do more than that. Without Nine, he would die. Kade understood that the best thing for her was to sentence her to death. Only in death was she safe from them. Safe from him.

Even as he lay in bed at the ICU ward, he gripped my hand tightly and said, "Even if you're not the Ludlow family heiress, Stella, I still won't regret the choice I made." That truly moved me beyond all else. Ignoring my family's protests, I stubbornly insisted on marrying Bryan. Given our wildly different social standings, I knew he'd have to endure certain remarks and attitudes from my family. Therefore, the day we got married, I gave him 99 free passes. "If you ever upset me, you can use one of the free passes to cancel it out. But once you've used up all 99 of them, this marriage ends." Upon hearing that, Bryan swiftly locked the free passes away in a drawer on the spot, swearing he woul

"He can't. He has a clotting disorder. He nearly had an artery cut just now, and we barely stopped the bleeding. "If you insist on drawing his blood, something could happen to him." Vivian could not hear any of it. She only kept shouting. "Draw it if I tell you to draw it! If he dies, what does that have to do with me? I only want Nolan alive." I lifted my head and looked at Vivian's back. "Julian, I only want you alive." For a moment, Vivian's old voice seemed to echo by my ear. Because of my clotting disorder, Vivian used to treat me like fragile glass.

I held my phone tightly and it was about to break. "Don't tell me what to do," I said with closed teeth and she giggled. "Don't get angry pretty boy unless I'll be sad," she said with a flattering voice and I relaxed a little bit. "Have you been talking with Mia?" I froze as soon as X mentioned her name, Mia was my kind of my ex and I hadn't spoken with her for about two years. She was part of the nine generals. The organisation was called Nine, because it had nine generals, who were all modified differently, these nine generals were the strongest and they received the toughest missions.

I could not stop trembling as I tried my best to cover my ears to stop myself from hearing the strays tearing up my mother's corpse, but the sounds were imprinted into my brain and refused to go away. I knelt and kept banging my head against the ground while I begged, "Please! Let my mom go! "Just come after me if you hate me. Stop torturing her! She's dead! Let me bury her and give her peace. Please!" Rina stopped playing with her nails when she saw how I was acting. "When did you take acting lessons, Micah? I almost feel touched by your performance. People might really be convinced that I killed your mother.