Nintey Nine Lives Novels & Stories

To strengthen his claim as the heir, Kyle pushed me forward in front of all the elders, showing me off like a trophy. "Elders, this is my mate, Althea. She has been blessed with a divine gift from the Moon Goddess!" he announced, his face flushed with a manic energy. "I have died nine times, and every single time, she was the one who pulled me back from the brink of death!" "What?" "Nine times?" The hall erupted in chaos. All eyes were on me—filled with shock, greed, and a disturbing fanaticism. I wasn't a person to them. I was a rare treasure, a magical item that could grant immortality, to be used over and over.

“I just want to know if I am really a barren, I want to know if I can actually get pregnant, I want a child, I want to have kids and live happily with them, I want to have someone to yell at.” “You know that’s not going to be possible with me right?” “Yeah, I know. At least I have only sixty days left, so I will go make a family with someone else.” “Do you think I will allow that?” “What?” “Ninety days can end up being forever, have you thought about that?”

''No… no, it can't be.'' Elena's mother cried out, holding the lifeless body of her husband. Elena, numb and not quite believing what she was seeing, stared at her parents, one dead and one almost at the brink of death as a result of the pain she was feeling within her. Already, police men and patrol vans and some of her father's men were already in every nook and crevice of the mansion as they all tried to get more information concerning this.

Sharp pain shot through her knees as she pushed herself into cover before fumbling for the device. She sat on the chair and the screen lit up, five missed calls, one urgent text. Inez: Cass, where are you? Please pick up. Her fingers hovered over the screen. Vision blurred, tears mixing with rain. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus, refusing to crumble completely. She slipped the phone back into her bag and pushed herself to her feet. Water dripped down her face, mixing with her tears. Step by heavy step, she walked through the rain, aimless but determined.

The paper slipped from his fingers and scattered across the floor. The contract clearly stated: Zoey had been given 99 chances. If he chose her even once, she’d be allowed to stay and marry him. If not—she’d be forced to leave the country and never return. And he… He had chosen Claire. Every. Single. Time. He had ignored Zoey. Let her get hurt. Rejected her. Again and again. What the hell had he done? Adrian leaned against the wall, stunned, unable to breathe. Linda finally spoke.

And as fate would have it, the poor fool she set her sights on was none other than Brandon. Despite all his declarations of love for me, Brandon didn't resist when his first love practically threw herself at him. In the end, his first love turned out to be the death of him—he ended up infected with the STD as well. Brandon couldn't accept that his life was ruined just like that. In a fit of rage, he hacked Nina to death. The story concluded with Nina stabbing Adrian and Brandon killing Nina. One was dead, one was wounded, and one was sent to prison.

At the very end, James placed my hand into Elijah’s. “Kid, she’s yours now. “But remember this. “She’ll always be the daughter of ninety-nine men.” As we exchanged rings, a thunderous roar echoed across the sky. Ninety-nine helicopters formed four giant words overhead. [Congratulations, Newlyweds.] When I was thirty-two, I gave birth to twins—a boy and a girl. Outside the delivery room, ninety-nine white-haired old men packed the entire hallway. The head nurse almost thought a mafia war was about to break out inside the hospital.

Instead, a strange calm settled over me. I'd already died seven times, and in every way one could think of. Fear had long since worn itself out; all that was left was numbness. I started really assessing No. 99 again. He was the "future me". He said he'd cleared the game 99 times. If he were just some NPC the system had generated, his behavior should've been a lot more rigid. But he had emotions and felt fatigue. He'd even shown "pity" for me.

That shut everyone up. Even Jax stayed silent. The screen shifted again. REWARD: LIFE POINTS GRANTED Numbers began appearing in front of every survivor. Floating white digits. Cold and bright. Lena stared as numbers formed in front of her. +35 LIFE POINTS Her breathing stopped. Her trembling fingers reached toward it. The numbers moved with her. Real. Solid. Proof. “This…” Her voice shook badly. “This decides if I live again…” Noah stared at his own numbers. “Twenty-eight…”

Not because she was lucky, she had never been lucky, but Mom had never wanted her in the first place. The orphanage Nine was born in gave children numbers as names to signify the numbers in which they came and many Nine's had come and gone, but she never did. So when Mom came to get children, they had made it compulsory for her to take Nine first before the others she wanted and due to her onyx wide eyes and plain look, no one ever wanted her, causing Mom to work Nine to death in a bar but she didn't mind. She knew that as long as she worked hard enough, she'd eventually get enough money to let her go. One day.