Nona The Ninth Novels & Stories

A stupid fucking stupor. Unable to take his eyes off her pretty face, Kade touched his hands to her waist and felt the natural curves of her body. Nine's chest rose and fell with quick sips of air as he pushed through the chiffon and cupped her backside. Her lips parted with a gasp. The sound seized his hands, and he gripped her tight and rocked her against him. She splayed her hands against his chest, and deep in her throat, she made a sexy noise. The sound penetrated the fabric of Kade's suit, seeped through his skin, and ignited his blood. He knew better than to play with something as deadly as the Unfortunate straddling him. Nine was dangerous. A Trojan horse. A weapon of mass destructio

"You have no idea. The whole circle has gone crazy. They're saying that the illegitimate daughter kicked you out, and that she's the only daughter of the Johnson family from now on! "And it gets worse," she said, fuming. "Hayden pampers Selena completely, does whatever she wants, and everyone who wants to see you fail is laughing at you!"

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

He counted ten thousand and handed it to the old lady. "Thank you so much for lending Angela when she had nowhere to run. You already have more than nine thousand. Accept the excess one thousand as my gratitude for helping my girlfriend." Aling Toneng smiled brightly after she got the money. She thanked Clark as well as me. "By the way, Clark. Do you already know that Angge is working in the entertainment cl—" "Aling Toneng! I think you should cook right now for dinner for your family, right?" Bel interrupted and secretly glanced in my direction. I just mouthed thank you to her without a sound and I received an assuring smile and nod from her.

"Leticia—" "You heard her." Lucas turned to James. His body leaned forward slightly, elegant and predatory at once. His voice was low, but the pressure in it chilled the air. "James Colombo. You had nine chances to keep her by your side. You wasted all nine. Now she is beside me. And I will tell you this: I will spend my life treating her well because she is Leticia. She is my Principessa. She is my Donna. He paused, and the faint, dangerous curve of his smile fully appeared.

"Is this how you repay my father for everything he's done for you? For my trust?" The audience, the same people who had been clapping for me just minutes ago, started murmuring. "The professor's right, you know. None of us caught it." "So this 'world's number one violinist' title is a bit of a stretch, huh?" Sheila pursed her lips and, in a voice just loud enough for me to hear, said: "Ada's mom used to work as the Veil family's housekeeper. They let her into the orchestra as a favor to Julian, you know…"

In the meantime, blood continued to seep from my injury, rapidly soaking the hem of my white dress red and pooling on the cold stone slabs. I could hear the revelry in the banquet hall carrying on without interruption, its lively sounds bleeding faintly into the stone chamber. Father was announcing to the gathered nobles that Elara had become the new Sacred Huntress, while Caelum stood at her side, accompanying her through the final dance of the night. Those in attendance didn't even realize that I, the firstborn princess, was actually locked away in the dark by her own family, on the verge of dying. In my semi-conscious state, I thought I heard Wren crying out for me.

Anna began to wonder if that was a normal thing in Regis. ″And where are you two coming from?″ Mrs. Kyle asked as she gave them a piercing gaze. ″We're sorry ma'am. She's new,″ Brooke said, gesturing to Anna, ″and didn't know her way around.″ ″I see. Please introduce yourself to the class,″ the teacher said. This was the moment Anna dreaded the most but she just had to do it. She faced the glass and said. ″Hi, everyone. My name is Annabelle Siromani.″

It’s like having a warm blanket wrapped round you in the cooler months of Fall. “Good morning, Miss Tate.” Nina says with a broad smile on her warm and loving face. I love her, she’s the best nanny, cook, housekeeper in the world. She’s like a second mom to me. If I had to choose a different mom, it would definitely be Nina. She’s wearing her grey dress uniform with starched white collar and cuffs on the short sleeves. Over which she has on her usual white pinny edged with white lace. She reminds me of Jennifer Lopez from Maid in Manhattan, with her olive skin, dark as dark hair tied in a smart bun at the base of her neck and large gold hooped earrings. Nine comes from Mexico but has lived a

"No, you're Jenna. You've finally returned." Tears streamed down her face in thick rivulets. "I'm so sorry for letting you suffer for nine long years. But now, you have me, and all my love is yours. You don't need to be afraid anymore. That little wretch is gone. She got exactly what she deserved, just like that monster…" Fear coursed through Anna, making her body quake. She flailed in a desperate and weak frenzy, as if she might crumble into pieces. Mom rose, carrying a bowl of her ever-greasy stew. "Jenna, just drink a little…"