Scp 999 Novels & Stories

I hadn't accepted my fate; I was waiting. Waiting for him to hand me the knife for the 99th time, waiting for him to complete those 99 slow cuts. Then I would take the blade he gave me and end everything between us myself. Gary's vision suddenly darkened. He staggered backward, grabbing the edge of the bed to keep from collapsing. He had been wrong. Completely wrong. Right then, his phone buzzed. A news notification popped up on the screen. The headline was sharp and vicious. [Cooper Corporation Scandal: CEO's Wife Caught in Late-Night Hotel Rendezvous!]

"You are pathetic." I didn't listen to his roaring response. I hung up directly and tossed the phone into a trash can at the hospital entrance. I flagged down an unlicensed black cab and gave the address of an abandoned auto repair shop under the Brooklyn Bridge. It was the inheritance my grandfather left me before he died—a safe house that not even Moretti’s spies could infiltrate. Pushing open the dusty door, I took a heavy iron box from a hidden compartment. Inside was the final gift I was mailing to the Moretti office.

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.

"Go back to your room. Calm down. We'll talk about this later when you're thinking clearly." I pushed myself up from the floor slowly and looked into their eyes. “You'll find out someday and you will regret.” I turned and dragged my aching legs back to my room. The door closed behind me, and the whole world went quiet. I scrolled to Professor Luciano's number. He used to be my professor. He thought very highly of me. The phone connected quickly. “Alessia,” the voice on the other end said, low and controlled. “I am glad you finally called.”

After Melody cheated and returned to the family, I started posting online every day. [Is cheating addictive?] [Just how thrilling is cheating, really?] [When a woman cheats, does she feel worse for her kids or her lover?] … I tagged her school in every post, making sure each one appeared right in front of her students, her colleagues, and even her lover. Everyone told me to stop making such an ugly scene and be the bigger person. Only Melody stood up for me. "I'm the one who did something wrong. It's only fair to let Tony vent a little." That lasted until my 99th post. Then Melody stormed in as if she'd lost her mind and smashed my computer. "Anthony, are you ever going to stop? I alr

Even details of my past, Mom's illness, and distant relatives were dragged through the mud. Tracie looked down at me lying lifeless on the floor and slightly softened her tone. "Don't worry. Public opinion moves fast. I'll have PR leak a celebrity scandal to bury this incident tomorrow. In the meantime, I'll have my men protect you and your mom…" "No need," I said in an eerily calm voice. "Can I see her now?" She nodded and pointed to the wounds on my body. "I'll have my men take you there. They can treat the wounds on your head on the way."

Selena shrank into Hayden's arms, looking frightened. Hayden seemed a little stunned. "You two..." Selena grabbed Hayden's hand. "Hayden, please don't ask, okay? I..." I didn't want to watch Selena's act any longer, so I turned around to leave. Hayden grabbed me again. "I don't care what your relationship is. You bumped into someone, so you should apologize. Selena is a doctor. Her hands are very important, and they almost got hurt just now."

I sank into a pew, the wedding ring clenched so tightly in my fist that the metal cut into my skin. For the first time in my life, being Don meant nothing. I could command a family, but I could not command a woman who no longer wanted to hear my voice. "Don, airport security found the Principessa's SIM card." Hope flared in my eyes. "Keep searching," I ordered. "Do not stop."

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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, “Mia, you’re the only Mate I’ll ever have. If you refuse me, I’ll keep asking until you agree.” I was moved by his determination and love. After that, I established a Mate Bond with him. To repay his love, I gave him 99 handmade forgiveness coupons on the day of our Marking Ceremony. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did.