Seven Of Nine Hot Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

SEX AND SCAM The bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.

“I’m proud of you.” Seven did not answer. When she was done, he thanked her and went out of the door. Outside, Milkos was waiting. His back against his new car, grinning from ear to ear. Clad in ripped jean shorts and a vintage shirt. The night was breezy so the wind played with the loosely fitted shirt, making his chest visible. Seven’s face brightened at the sight of his friend. “Is this you?” Milkos gagged as Seven walked over. “No, it’s YouTube.” They hugged.

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.

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.”

Lil Nine said lewd things and began to tear Ella’s clothes off. “Disgusting rascal! You are not afraid of going to h*ll?!” Ella cursed while struggling. “Going to h*ll? Hahaha!” Lil Nine responded with a big laugh. “I, Ol' Nine, am a dangerous and cruel person. One thing I do not believe in the most is heaven and earth!” “You will receive retribution! Even if I am dead, I will make sure you get punished!” Ella cursed in rage.