Outlander 9 Novels & Stories

Even though we had married and divorced nine times like a game, I was still the ex-wife. The night grew quiet. The wind outside howled, as if carrying my words far away. After a long silence, Jake lifted his head, attempting an explanation. "Divorcing you… It was my fault. But I couldn't let Carla bear the shame of being involved with a married man." I took a few irritated steps back, unable—and unwilling—to understand. Carla couldn't bear the blame, so that meant I deserved to be divorced nine times?

“Who are you talking to? That cousin again, or someone I don’t know?” I had just finished confirming my flight. I locked the screen. “I was reading the news.” His face darkened even more. He snatched the phone from my hand and demanded the passcode. “Our anniversary,” I said. Nine years together. Six simple digits. He entered them once. Then again. Then a third time. The phone stayed locked in his hand. By the time we returned to Blackthorn House, neither of us had spoken another word. The car had barely stopped before he helped Lyra upstairs, one arm wrapped around her waist as if she might break.

"She played a smart one but painfully she never knew she would die early and this request will make it hard to get what she owns." Zoey smacked her lips and narrowed her eyes. "Why ninety-nine days? Why not hundred as it should be?" "Cause, that is when the documents would be handed back to me." "You know, I haven't forgiven you for insulting me so what made you think I will agree on being your girlfriend? You can use other girls and not me. Like I said before, I am done with this whole pretense."

Two hours later, Jamie and Claire have gone at it multiple times, all while gallivanting through eighteenth century Scotland, dodging the horrible British soldiers. "I can't believe you just sat through two hours of Outlander," she says as she stands to take the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen. I pick up the empty beer bottles by their necks and follow her. "I have three older sisters. By far, that wasn't the worst thing I've ever watched. Although I have one problem with the whole thing." "Really," she deadpans. "What could you possibly find wrong about Outlander? It's a great show."

He was basically the ruler of this world. "What are you thinking about?" Kaelen kissed my hair, sounding a little annoyed that I'd spaced out. I couldn't hold back the excitement in my chest. "Dusty—I mean, Kaelen, what's going on here?" He gave me a little smile and pulled me into his arms. "Because I'm Kaelen, I've got nine lives. Dying once doesn't really matter. I just failed my last trial, that's all. But you can't abandon me now."

I looked into his eyes — those beautiful eyes — and asked one last time, "Do you still love me?" He laughed like I'd said something funny, came back over, patted my head, and answered without missing a beat. "Of course I do. Don't overthink it. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll celebrate our anniversary then — I already made a reservation." He sounded so sure of himself. I nodded. "Okay. I'll wait for you." For the first time in nine years, I lied to him. I turned and started walking back to my room. But Jason — who had been in such a hurry to leave — was still standing by the door. He hadn't moved.

After Isak's old flame, Julia, came back to town, she made a bet with me: he gets nine chances to choose between us in life-or-death situations. The one he abandons for the ninth time has to walk away. I agreed. The ninth time, a single phone call from Julia was all it took for Isak to leave me on the side of the road again. "Drive! Go!" Isak's voice was sharp, laced with a panic I'd never heard before. I clutched the gunshot wound in my stomach, blood seeping through my fingers, staining my white silk shirt.

Adrian's breathing became shallow. His eyes reached the final line. Never allow anyone to assemble the Ninth Cipher. If the Ninth Cipher is completed... History will not change. It will be erased. Before he could process those words... His phone rang. Unknown Number. He answered. Silence. Then a calm male voice spoke. "We've been waiting for you, Dr. Vale." The line disconnected. At that exact moment, every television in the apartment turned on by itself. Every screen showed the same image. A black background.