Seven Of Nine Hot Novels & Stories

“You look perfect. Now, let's go" k

She was currently in Powell Residence. “How could you call Master Nine an outsider, Lola Huntington? You should know what’s good for you. I bet you didn’t know that Master Callum was a member of the Martial Soul Hall. If it weren't for the Martial Soul Hall, the Martial Arts Alliance wouldn't have allowed Callum Shelman to throw his weight around in Chitara. "But now, I’m the one that Master Nine has decided to support. I'll be the alliance master after today!” Derrick said with glee.

Then another text came through, carrying his usual unquestionable certainty. [Once I’m done handling this situation, we’ll have the wedding. I promise. Just wait for me a little longer, okay?] I stared at the message for half a minute before blocking his number and deleting every way he could contact me. As the plane took off, I watched the city slowly disappear beneath the clouds. I touched the scar on my face that hadn’t fully faded, then looked down at the bandages wrapped around my hands. There was no reluctance, only relief. Ninety-nine canceled weddings were enough.

After returning to the dorm alone, I made a cup of instant noodles and, as usual, logged into a game. Only when my eyes started to ache did I shut down the computer and go wash up. My phone rang with the notification tone I had set for special contacts. I opened social media and saw a post Rowan had just shared. "Having you is the best thing. The hangover soup you made is the best in the world." The photo showed Nina’s back as she worked in the kitchen, wearing an apron. Under the bright white lights, a gentle, harmonious glow seemed to settle over her.

"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…"

For seven years, I had been changing myself for him, only for everything to end up being my fault. Not long after, Harry updated his social media with a photo of himself and Emily. In the picture, they were embracing and kissing, looking like a loving couple married for seven years. Honestly, I found it somewhat amusing when I saw that post. Harry sent me warm, caring messages in the morning, but he was out with his beloved first love in the evening. He wanted to be a gentle, devoted husband while still being attached to his charming and beautiful first love. Catering to the emotional needs of two women in one day must be quite exhausting.

More cheers erupted, encouraging me on. Smiling softly, I strutted towards the stage. I wrapped my hand around the cold metal, all the while maintaining eye contact with the hottie. From up here, I finally got a more proper look at him. He was dressed in a black suit, no tie, shirt undone just enough to expose the sharp cut of his collarbone and a hint of tattoo ink peaking beneath. And his face? Expensive jawline, thick brows, and the kind of dead-serious gaze that could turn your knees into soup.

Just as things were beginning to shift between them, an obnoxiously loud ringtone cut through the air. The name of the song? “The One and Only.” It was Claire’s custom ringtone. The moment Adrian heard it, he picked up the call without hesitation. “Adrian, I’m on the rooftop. I saw you with another woman. I’m going crazy with jealousy.” “Don’t do anything stupid. I’m coming now.” Adrian hung up and immediately pulled away from Zoey. He threw on a jacket in a rush. “Zoey, Claire’s on the roof. I’m worried she might do something. I have to go.”

He handed me a cup of hot cocoa, his fingers brushing the back of my hand, warmth seeping into my skin and making my heart skip a beat. "I hear you're the new illustrator? I really like your work." His voice was a rich, deep baritone. I stared into his amber eyes that held a pure admiration I had never once seen in Jared's eyes. There was no calculation or weighing of value in his eyes. He looked at me because of...me. It didn't take long for us to fall in love. Little by little, his passionate warmth drew me out of the shadows of my past. The day Colin took me to see the ocean, the sunset painted the water in shimmering gold. Suddenly, he dropped to one knee in the sand and pulled a diamond