The Nineties Novels & Stories

"When did you become like this?" Then he went after her. The crowd scattered quickly. No one dared look at me for long. I lowered my head and wiped at the cream on my skirt, but it would not come off. In that moment, the last warm thing in me went cold. So that was what he thought. Wanting my own birthday back was me fighting her. Wanting him to choose me once was me fighting her too. Then my phone lit up. The family system sent a notification. 【Underboss resignation approved.】

The bass vibrated through the floorboards, the room filled with the warm, beautiful faces of creative POC students dancing, laughing, and holding plastic cups. ​Within an hour, the three of us were completely in our element. The DJ was turning the room upside down, and we had pushed our way to the center of the makeshift dance floor. ​Suddenly, the familiar, iconic brass intro of September by Earth, Wind & Fire blasted through the speakers. ​My heart did a sudden, emotional squeeze. It was my parents' absolute favorite song—the one they danced to in the kitchen every single year on my birthday while my mum laughed and my dad spun her around.

And when I finally made it to my bed, alone under the twelve-thousand-thread-count sheets, I didn’t even pretend to reach for Victor’s side. I reached for myself instead, biting the pillow so the staff wouldn’t hear whose name I was moaning when I came a second time that night. Twenty-nine days. God, I was already losing count.

When Tracie was informed, I'd vanished without a trace from the nursing home. She called me in a fit of rage, but no matter how many times she dialed my number, the call never went through. She was certain that this was just another one of my tantrums, but I was taking it too far this time, and it irritated her. So, she didn't even bother looking for me. She was convinced that a broke loser with a dying mom like me could never escape. Eventually, I'd come crawling back to beg for her forgiveness.

Even as he lay in bed at the ICU ward, he gripped my hand tightly and said, "Even if you're not the Ludlow family heiress, Stella, I still won't regret the choice I made." That truly moved me beyond all else. Ignoring my family's protests, I stubbornly insisted on marrying Bryan. Given our wildly different social standings, I knew he'd have to endure certain remarks and attitudes from my family. Therefore, the day we got married, I gave him 99 free passes. "If you ever upset me, you can use one of the free passes to cancel it out. But once you've used up all 99 of them, this marriage ends." Upon hearing that, Bryan swiftly locked the free passes away in a drawer on the spot, swearing he woul

My girlfriend, Olivia, had one way of measuring how much I loved her: how fast I replied. In the two years we dated, she blocked me 88 times. The first time, I was in the shower and missed her call. The 17th time, I was bringing her coffee when I missed a message asking for extra ice. The 56th time, I was at dinner with a client and didn't respond quickly enough to a video she'd sent me. This time, I worked until ten and missed the 9:50 p.m. movie she'd asked me to see with her. I told her there was a problem with the project and my manager wouldn't let me leave. She just laughed. "Anyone who really loves me would make it to a movie even with ten minutes' notice." When I got home that night,

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

"I should not have delayed the wedding..." "Nine times," I reminded him. "Nine times. I should not have let you bear the punishment alone. I should not have let you lie in bed for weeks and then give you only a few apologies. I should not have abandoned you in the park to follow Angelina. I should not..." He could not go on. "You are right," I said, standing and brushing imaginary dust from my dress. "You should not have done any of that. But those were not your greatest mistakes."

I was trapped in that box for over a century I know that because the signs on big changing screens on the road reads 2025, the last time I remember being alive is 1923. Being in this time makes me miss the nineties, people were more… entertaining, politics and tyranny was at its pick, humans were more ruthless and unpredictable now it looks really… bland, everyone’s just staring at the rectangle shaped screen thing in their hand, it seems to amuse them in some way, the kids now are less proper, I saw a kid yelling at his parents, for shame! The nineties was more organized and people were definitely more fashionable, looking at e

In the end, I went to a breeding facility. It cost me fifteen dollars to buy one that was jumping all over the place. I'll never forget how surprised and touched Seth looked. "Nevaeh, you're so kind to me." I felt so guilty. I just wanted to repay him for saving me. Then, Seth heard about another remedy consisting of a centipede boiled in water. He wanted me to catch a huge one, over one foot long. Later on, he told me to boil wasp tails in water. Over the course of a year, he had me looking for all sorts of dangerous bugs to help his legs.