Nintey Nine Lives Novels & Stories

"She is not dying. She has been lying to all of you." He thought for a long time. Then he picked up his phone and called an old friend, a doctor in another city. "I need you to check someone for me," he said. "Chiara Moretti. I need her real medical records." The call came back the next afternoon. "The truth is," his friend said, his voice heavy. "She does have a heart condition, but it is not serious. Irregular heartbeat, mild. It does not affect her daily life. She is not dying. She has never been close to death."

Lil Nine said lewd things and began to tear Ella’s clothes off. “Disgusting rascal! You are not afraid of going to h*ll?!” Ella cursed while struggling. “Going to h*ll? Hahaha!” Lil Nine responded with a big laugh. “I, Ol' Nine, am a dangerous and cruel person. One thing I do not believe in the most is heaven and earth!” “You will receive retribution! Even if I am dead, I will make sure you get punished!” Ella cursed in rage.

James's POV Article Ten, Clause Three read clearly: Upon execution, the engagement between both parties is immediately dissolved. My signature sat directly beneath it. My blood went cold. "Leticia... knew?" I looked up, my voice trembling. "Miss Buono was fully aware," Lucas said. "One month ago, she asked me to witness the agreement. She told me herself: 'This is the ninth time. I will not look back again.'" The chapel erupted. Elders whispered, family members stared, and the room seemed to tilt around me.

"MidnightConfidant? The person who sent me daily mindfulness articles when I first took over the company and was so stressed I couldn't sleep was also you? "ChaosPixie… StudiousGirl… Serena, just how many identities do you have?" He slammed the phone down onto the cushions, the icons for all those secret accounts vibrating on the glowing screen. "99," I replied calmly. "Maisie was the 99th." Tristan swayed on his feet, the color draining from his face. "99…" he repeated under his breath before slowly lifting his head. "For three years, I convinced myself this house was a morgue. I told myself I had to look elsewhere for a single spark of warmth.

99 Successful Operation…

There was a perfect hole in his forehead, smoking slightly. People began to scream and some started running towards the exit, but I dare. "Player 9 eliminated. Player 349 eliminated. Player 3999 eliminated." The number went on and on, followed by gunshots. Oh God. Oh God, this was real. They were killing us. My legs started shaking. I wanted to run, to drop to the ground, to do anything except stand here frozen like a target. But I couldn't move. Not even a little. The doll's head slowly turned back to the wall.

After all, they didn’t have beating hearts. Yale circled them both. Now he could have a little fun. He wasn’t usually evil or cruel, but these men had bought Jenna. One would die, but he was a man of his word, the other would live. He whispered in one of his men’s ears. “99”. He smiled at the two men once more, “I just told my guard a number I was thinking of. 1-100. Whoever gets the closest guess, lives.” Blake nodded, “89.” He said. Yale looked at Lucas who was thinking. “I’m going to go with five.” Yale smiled and quickly picked up Lucas, he snapped his neck and stabbed his blade through his heart. He then looked at Blake, “Congratulations, the number was 99.” Blake sighed in relief and

Chapter 43 The bartender pushed her from him, into the room and ran away before the stranger could say a word. Kira tried to get up from the floor where she had fallen, but her leg keep wobbling on each other. The image in front of her was a blur and she couldn’t see a thing but her body didn’t stop heating up as an image of being pinned to the wall and fucked senseless kept assaulting her brain. She tried to grab into the nearest object to her and her hand found something hard yet soft, not think straight and wanting to get up grin the floor, she held onto it and push herself up from the floor.

Then, I walked to the ticket counter, planning to take the cable car down the mountain. Behind me, Lylia sounded confused. "Are you taking the cable car? Aren't you going to make your way down on foot?" I turned around and met the confusion in both her and Clara's eyes. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. For three years, I'd come here 99 times to draw a card. Every time, I'd dragged myself up the mountain step by painful step, then limped all the way back down, hoping God would see my sincerity and finally allow me to draw the Lovers card.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si