The Book Nine Novels & Stories

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Unknowingly, it was already late spring. Jason took a sip of tea, picked up a book beside him. Seeing it, Madam Blossom let out a cry of amazement. This book turned out to be a book about Babylon Nine Skills, the legendary supreme sword technique, and the secret of Babylon.

"Then we’ll use the shadow to draw something else, Sara. A Banker who knows how to count can be the one who makes sure the grain lasts the winter. You don't need a suit to know how to share." The Stranger’s Entry The man on the stone stopped writing. He lifted the book, letting the morning wind catch the page to dry the fresh charcoal. He didn't have a title, and he didn't have a desk. He was simply the one who had agreed to hold the book while the rest of us learned how to speak. "The first entry is finished," he said, offering the leather-bound volume to me. I took the book, its cover rough and smelling of natural tannin. Xander leaned in over my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck a

The entries read, "Mom and Dad came back from their business trip and bought me and Annie new clothes, but they got my size wrong. It was too small. My arms and legs were sticking out, and all my classmates laughed at me. I felt so sad." "Today is our birthday. Mom and Dad sent me to the flower shop to get the flowers, but they forgot I was allergic to lilies. My whole body turned red and broke out in rashes. It was so uncomfortable." "Annie's birthday cake is delicious, but why do they always forget that it's also my birthday too? I even reminded them the day before. I'm so upset." In the dream, the journal wasn't just filled with whole numbers. There were many decimals in between. And in t

The man hung his head low, his fingers buried deep in his hair, carefully considering where I might have gone. As his eyes wandered, they suddenly fell upon the trash can nearby. Those pink fragments looked so familiar that the moment he saw them, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slowly crouched down, not caring that the cream stains would dirty his sleeves. He picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit. Then, he carefully assembled them back together. There were exactly 99 reconciliation vouchers. He remembered five years ago, when he had looked at those vouchers and sincerely promised me, "Cecilia, don't worry. I'll never give you a reason to use them."

he said with a faint smile and a hint of affection in his eyes. My heart went cold. The tears I had just shed out of gratitude suddenly felt ridiculous. After being abandoned 99 times, why would I still expect any love from them? When I didn't respond, Joel impatiently scratched his head. "Come on, Soph. Yvette's never been abroad before. It's her first time going somewhere that far. As her family, we should be there for her. "Besides, you've never seen the Northern Lights either. Think of it as an early honeymoon."

Sylara's POV I was locked in the Reflection Chamber, and my allergic reaction grew increasingly severe. I was just on the verge of collapsing when something suddenly stirred on the floor in the corner of the chamber, and a few stone slabs were slowly pried open from underneath, exposing a dark, pitch-black hole. Wren crawled out from the opening. She was covered in dust as she held a small porcelain vial tightly in her hand. She rushed to my side, supported my weak body, and frantically twisted open the cap of the vial.

"Leticia—" "You heard her." Lucas turned to James. His body leaned forward slightly, elegant and predatory at once. His voice was low, but the pressure in it chilled the air. "James Colombo. You had nine chances to keep her by your side. You wasted all nine. Now she is beside me. And I will tell you this: I will spend my life treating her well because she is Leticia. She is my Principessa. She is my Donna. He paused, and the faint, dangerous curve of his smile fully appeared.

It had a cracked screen and looked worn out. I didn't let myself think about it. I put it in my coat pocket and kept my hand moving until I found the notebook where she wrote down every password. Sandra had never trusted herself to remember anything, so I knew she would have that notebook somewhere. The tap shut off, and I froze, notebook still open in my hand, and listened. I heard the small sound she made. She sounded like she was crying, and that made me know she wasn't coming right out, so I opened the phone and typed in the recovery email fast, thumbs clumsy. I reset the password, confirmed, and stripped the backup number too. I couldn't let her verify herself through a text if she ever

I looked into his eyes. The arrogance that had always lived behind Julian's gaze was gone. What was left was just sorrow. I didn't answer his question right away. I undid the buttons at my collar and pulled the fabric aside until the scar showed. A long, raised line ran down toward my heart. "Julian. Do you remember this scar?" "The night before our ninety-eighth engagement. You took me out to see a movie. On the way there, a car hit me. The driver fled the scene. They never found him."