Ost Missing Nine Novels & Stories

I leaned against the cold brick wall, my hand trembling as I pulled my phone from my pocket and called my assistant, Maria, to come get me. The ninth time. I thought back to the ridiculous bet Julia had proposed a year ago. "Nine choices, Leona. Let's see who Isak really picks. The loser walks." The first time was at my mother's funeral. A rival family crashed the service and opened fire. Isak dove to shield Julia without a second thought. The second time was at his succession ceremony. A bomb went off, and his first instinct was, again, to protect Julia. The third, fourth, fifth time…

After saying this, Zoey left without looking back at Adrian, who stood there in shock. She was truly exhausted. Seeing Adrian again, her heart no longer raced—there was only calm. After ninety-nine times, her heart could no longer be stirred. For the next few days, Adrian didn't try to find her. Until company employees were huddled around their phones discussing a trending news story. "Oh my God, isn't this the heir to that major corporation? How did he end up in such a terrible crash?!"

Even Draven’s smile vanished. The old woman walked toward us, slow and careful. Tears filled her eyes. I stepped back. “W-What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer. When she was only a few feet away, she dropped to her knees. I froze. “W-What are you doing?” Her forehead nearly touched the stone. The courtyard went dead silent. I looked at Kai. His jaw was clenched. At Draven. For the first time, he wasn’t smiling. The old woman lifted her head. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned.”

"I can't take it anymore! Jake and Carla—those two maniacs—they just won't leave me alone!" Puzzled, I asked what had happened. Hannah told me that ever since I left, Jake had gone completely unhinged. He was living alone in the place we had shared before, refusing to eat or leave the house. Neighbors, worried, finally saw him collapse on the balcony and called 911 in a panic. After the paramedics arrived and tried to contact his family, they discovered his phone only had my now-defunct number saved. Unable to reach me, 911 contacted the police, who in turn found Hannah.

Corrado was laughing too easily at things that did not quite merit it. The other players were doing the carefully unbothered version, which was its own kind of performance but a quieter one. Ortega, the junior safety who said almost nothing in any context, was taping his wrists and watching the room with the particular attention of someone who noticed things and filed them without announcing the filing. Callum had not arrived yet. I went to my locker. I changed. I kept my peripheral vision on the door without making it obvious I was keeping my peripheral vision on the door.

I couldn't erase the terrifying, intoxicating weight of his massive body pinning me against the marble counter, or the sharp, desperate tilt of my chin beneath his bandaged fingers. “The numbers failed tonight,” his gravelly, unhinged whisper echoed through my head, sending a violent, electric shiver straight down my spine. “The moment I touched you against that counter, the firewall was permanently destroyed.” "Nine years," I whispered aloud, the words muffled by the roar of the water.

I won’t mind. Oscar had told me bits and pieces about you. But I want to hear it from you. Can you trust me to share"? Nine said. They both were sitting side by side. Looking at distance. "There isn’t in my past that i am scared to share Nine. I was a PHD student. Working on my research. Happy with my alone life. When... A junior approached me.

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.

Once my foot healed, all that was left was to hold the engagement party. That weekend, I made plans to go suit shopping with my best friend, Dylan Cross. The moment we met, Dylan took my hand with a pained look. Only after he confirmed that I had really made up my mind to let Clara go did he start ranting angrily. "You have no idea how insane the rumors have gotten these past few days. Everyone in our circle is saying you were ousted by a bastard and that Caleb is the only son of the Quinn family now. "And that's not even the worst of it. Clara's spoiling him rotten. She's practically at his beck and call. The people who always hated you are having a field day watching the fallout."