The Nineties Novels & Stories

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

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 positioned himself behind her, his hand moving to the small, tight, unblemished entrance of her virgin asshole. "Ninety-nine positions," he whispered, his voice a dark, lethal threat against her ear. "But this is the only one that matters. I’m going to put you in ninety-nine positions, Jessie. I’m going to break you in so thoroughly that every time you sit in a chair, you’ll feel my cock ghosting inside you." He teased the entrance, pressing the blunt, thick head of his cock against the puckered, tight ring of muscle. He knew it was her first time, and he didn't care about the pain. He wanted the friction. He wanted the total, invasive claim.

"Don't be silly. Back then, I proposed to you 99 times before you agreed to marry me. If we're going to divorce, we'll wait until we reach the 99th agreement. Otherwise, I'd be taking too big a loss." I froze. I stared at the man in front of me as if he were some kind of monster. Five years ago, when Gary proposed to me, I had just been accepted into an overseas study program. To make me stay, he proposed 99 times. On the 100th time, I finally gave in. His persistence moved me so much that I gave up the opportunity I had worked so hard for. I stayed and became the woman everyone envied in Starborough. Until the moment he said he would be "taking a loss," I had believed those proposals were p

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

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.

Samuel's puzzled voice came from behind me. "Ms. Johnson, you're taking the cable car down? You're not walking?" I turned around and met the confusion in both Samuel's and Hayden's eyes. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. For three years, ninety-nine visits to draw a fortune stick. Every time, I had climbed the mountain on my knees. Then I limped all the way back down. All of it was to show heaven how sincere I was. I thought if I was sincere enough, I would eventually receive a supreme blessing.

On it was a single number—99. It was the number of times they had let me down over the years. Adrian frowned, unable to make sense of it. He tossed my diary onto the floor and ordered, "Stop writing this nonsense. Nina wants to eat the garlic shrimp you make. Go wash your hands and get downstairs. Consider it an apology for that snarky remark you made to her earlier." I only hummed in response before I got up and headed downstairs. Adrian was surprised that I didn't throw a tantrum. After all, every time my family asked me to make garlic shrimp, I would always cry and whine as if it were some huge injustice.

Outside, there was only a tall and hulking man, whose skin was tinged with the tipped-over neon light flooding right on him, making him look as if he were a bodybuilder. This club was different from the others; it was for the elite and the high class. All eyes were on Inez as they exited the car, and she knew why. She introduced the information in a more captivating and stimulating way , which encouraged everyone to expect further development. For Cassandra, all she really wanted to do was chill with the girls and have a good time, but light flirting never hurt anyone. They walked to the door, their heels clicking on the asphalt.

Maya's Pov The lab was empty except for me and the machines humming away because nobody bothered to switch them off. I'd been staring at the monitor intently watching the loading sign and waiting for the time the results would finally pop up, my knee bouncing under the desk the whole time. Paternal Match: 99.9%.