Nintey Nine Lives Novels & Stories

Swirling a glass of champagne in my hand, I stood elegantly directly under the spotlight. The hideous scars on my right arm, left from smashing that glass, were now covered by an exquisite tattoo of black vines and thorns. That was my medal, the proof of my rebirth from the ashes. Now, I was a queen controlling the lifeblood of major raw mines across West Africa and Europe. When I finished the bidding and walked down the steps surrounded by the crowd, an uninvited guest blocked my path. It was a tall figure, but one that looked unusually weathered. Lorenzo Moretti.

"Rowena, I don't agree to sever the mate bond! If you don't like Lyralei, I'll send her away immediately! If you don't want those pups, I can place them with another pack! Rowena, come out! I'll do whatever you want!" He reached through the mind link again and again. There was still no response. It was as if she had vanished completely. Sudden realization struck him. Garrick grabbed his phone and removed her from the blacklist. The call still would not go through. Again and again, he heard nothing but dead silence.

Instead I stood there trembling, nipples tight against silk, every nerve ending screaming for something I refused to name. Ethan’s eyes flicked down my body and back up, slow and deliberate. “Twenty-nine days left,” he said. “Tick-tock.” Then he dove into the pool without another word, cutting through the water like a blade, leaving me standing on the edge shaking with rage and something a lot darker. I didn’t go inside until the city lights blurred from the tears I refused to let fall. And when I finally made it to my bed, alone under the twelve-thousand-thread-count sheets, I didn’t even pretend to reach for Victor’s side.

"Don't be silly. Back then, I proposed to you 99 times before you agreed to marry me. If we're going to divorce, we'll wait until we reach the 99th agreement. Otherwise, I'd be taking too big a loss." I froze. I stared at the man in front of me as if he were some kind of monster. Five years ago, when Gary proposed to me, I had just been accepted into an overseas study program. To make me stay, he proposed 99 times. On the 100th time, I finally gave in. His persistence moved me so much that I gave up the opportunity I had worked so hard for. I stayed and became the woman everyone envied in Starborough. Until the moment he said he would be "taking a loss," I had believed those proposals were p

Whatever the case was, I'm certain Nagisa was about to do something drastic to me. It was possible she saw no need to kill me. Killing me was a waste of time. I've got seven lives. If she ended up Killing me, I'd simply return back to haunt her. So far so good, only Sienna and I are the only ones knows about Israel's rituals for the nine lives. Ginny must've guessed I couldn't be killed and had secretly relayed that information to Nagisa while I was in Rome. How she does that, I don't know.

As the motorcycle tore out into the street, his figure shrank in the rearview mirror until it was nothing but a speck, and then vanished completely. 18 years of protecting him had gotten me nothing but a knife driven straight into my back, and I had absolutely no use for his belated affection.

I found a seat near the back, pressed my forehead to the cold glass, and watched the only city I'd ever called home shrink and disappear behind me, streetlights blurring past faster and faster until they were just smears of orange in the dark. Slowly, my hand found my stomach, the only piece of my old life still coming with me. "New start," I whispered, to her, to myself and to nobody at all. "Just you and me now." I didn't believe it would be that simple. Nothing had been simple in months, and there was no real reason to think that would change just because I'd crossed some invisible city line. .......... NINE MONTHS LATER Nobody warns you that labour alone sounds different. There's no one

The people leaving comments were viewers who'd already read the original novel. If what they said was true, that Tristan and I were always meant to fall in love, then why did my entire family have to die repeatedly across ninety-nine lifetimes? Was all of it just the result of what they were calling an adaptation? I frowned, going over those ninety-nine lifetimes again and again. Even though I was living inside a story, every choice I made still felt like my own. There was no sense of being controlled or guided by some outside force. That meant there had to be something I was still missing, some detail I'd overlooked.

I gave a soft, bitter laugh and slowly slipped our documents back into my pocket. “This makes ninety-nine.” “What?” “This is the ninety-ninth time we’ve tried to get our marriage registered.” I turned toward the subway entrance. “And the ninety-ninth time you’ve left me hanging because of him.” I heard her heels stop on the pavement, then suddenly start running after me. “The first time, you bailed on our trip because he was on the night shift and scared of the dark. You took a red-eye flight just to be with him. “The second time, we were practically at the door of the courthouse. You heard he fainted from overwork and left me standing in the snow alone for an entire day.”

The man hung his head low, his fingers buried deep in his hair, carefully considering where I might have gone. As his eyes wandered, they suddenly fell upon the trash can nearby. Those pink fragments looked so familiar that the moment he saw them, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slowly crouched down, not caring that the cream stains would dirty his sleeves. He picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit. Then, he carefully assembled them back together. There were exactly 99 reconciliation vouchers. He remembered five years ago, when he had looked at those vouchers and sincerely promised me, "Cecilia, don't worry. I'll never give you a reason to use them."