Ost Missing Nine Novels & Stories

"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…"

The whole way I can hear the whimpers of the other omegas as we carry them all out. Nine, there were nine omegas total.

He ended up taking a bullet to the leg, which had to be amputated to save his life. By the tenth day, chaos erupted within the Ragusa Famiglia itself. Several factors tried to seize power while he was confined to a hospital bed, but he had never learned to tackle such mutinies. He was swiftly stripped of his power and lost his identity as the Don. … A month later, Orlando and I had our wedding as planned. Through our marriage alliance, the Corradini and Casati Famiglie established a partnership and officially connected shipping routes between Meridia and Lindoreland.

"Proposal? Did I propose? Lucy, you're still living in your own fantasy. I made it clear, didn't I? I already proposed to you nine times, so I don't owe you anything anymore. "After our ninth divorce, I never planned to remarry you. Falling for you three years ago was the biggest mistake I ever made!" Lucy could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her hands shook so violently she nearly dropped the phone. "No… Zack, you're lying, right? We said this divorce was temporary." Her voice cracked. "The game is over, and we're getting married today! You're still upset about Steven, aren't you? I'll fire him right now. I swear I'll cut all ties with him. Come back to me, okay?"

"After days of pursuit, I can finally say that we have discovered the location of those bastards we've been after. They're holed up in an abandoned industrial complex on the outskirts of the city." Excitement and determination filled the room as Andrea 's men exchanged glances, ready to embark on their final mission to bring their enemies down but little did they know that the forces they were up against had not given up the fight just yet. As Andrea continued to detail their plan of attack, a sudden loud crack echoed through the room. A gunshot! Time seemed to slow as everyone's eyes darted towards Andrea , who clutched his chest in disbelief. Blood seeped through his fingers as the weight

I said, my voice quiet. “I know what kind of woman stands in the middle of a ballroom and doesn’t cry,” he replied. “I know what kind of woman builds something from the ground up only to have it ripped from her hands. So I know you enough to know that you want to bring the bastard to his knees.” I swallowed hard. “Why one hundred and nine days?” His lips curved slightly. “Because that’s exactly how long it took him to break you.” I looked away without a word. I knew he was right but I didn't want to accept

“I’ve had enough of this! Are you really getting jealous over a patient? That’s not so gentlemanly of you.” She turned to leave, but not before grabbing the boxed tiramisu on the way out. I stood there, staring at the unfinished steak on the table. It was medium rare and sprinkled with black pepper—her favorite. The server approached, voice timid. “Sir… would you like that to-go?” I shook my head, pulling out my wallet. “No. I’m done.” On the walk home, the wind stung my eyes. Under the dim glow of the streetlight, I saw a new post on Joseph’s Instagram. It was a photo of him in his hospital bed, holding the tiramisu.

June 14, 1974. And beneath it... The Ninth Cipher Begins. Adrian frowned. "What is the Ninth Cipher?" The apartment lights suddenly went out. Complete darkness. A loud crash echoed from the living room. Glass shattered across the floor. Adrian rushed back into the hallway. Cold wind poured through the apartment. The living room window had exploded inward. Rain soaked the wooden floor. His dining table had been overturned. The envelope was gone. For a split second, panic replaced every rational thought. Then he saw it.

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 The day was waning when Louis stepped into Dimitri’s office, the faint scent of expensive cologne following him. Dimitri sat behind his mahogany desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, his attention fixed on a document spread open before him. The golden light of the late afternoon filtered through the blinds, striping his sharp features with shadows.