The Unfortunate Trilogy

I straighten and stroll across the shower floor, pulled toward the deep purple gown. If I'm chosen today, I might as well face my fears in a pretty dress. The rest of the girls have the same idea I do and take the green, pink, and royal blue gowns. I pull my dress from its hanger and turn as the crying blonde crawls out of the kerfuffle, hugging the mustard dress to her wet body. I lift my eyebrows, astonished. Sniffling, she lifts her chin and squares her shoulders. Hope glistens in her piercing blue eyes, and as she turns away, I spot her number tattooed on the clean flesh behind her ear.Thirteen, that's her name.Without thought, I touch the tips of my fingers to the number nine tattooed behind my ear. If I'm chosen, will my Fortunate give me a name? Or will I still be known as Nine? I follow Thirteen across the bathroom to stand beside her in front of the murky, wall-sized mirror."You would've looked nice in the pink," I murmur, and her lips part, surprised I'm choosing now to t

KADEHe finally slipped into the solitude of his room, away from his incessant father. It's your birthday in a couple of weeks, his father's voice rang through his mind. It's tradition to receive an Unfortunate on your twenty-fifth birthday. You have no choice but to accept.Kade dropped into the oversized leather chair behind his desk and exhaled. He didn't want a gift from Michael Sario. He didn't want anything from him.He sat forward and glanced at the mining documents he'd been prying through for weeks. Something wasn't right. His mines were collapsing, and he had no idea why. He studied the map on the blueprint before him, trying to find a pattern. Nothing.A creak crept through the room as his door opened, but Kade didn't bother dragging his gaze toward the bodies entering his private space. He already knew who it was and what he brought with him. An eternity of silence passed before Michael scoffed. "Well," he said. "Here she is."Kade didn't lift his attention from the bluepr

NINEI stand still as Master Kade's grotesque friend runs his chubby, oily fingers up my arm. They're warm and soft, unlike his cold, rough eyes. I clench my jaw as his hazel irises send uneasiness barrelling through me."Henry," Kade grinds through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on his glass.Henry pulls back and threads his fingers together, but he doesn't take his hungry eyes off me. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."I glance at Kade, and the look on his face is anything but humorous. His dark, coal eyes are thinned into slits, his strong jaw tight. "Eighteen years young?" Henry asks me, lifting onto the tips of his toes only to drop back onto his heels. I nod. "Virgin?"I open my mouth to speak, but Kade cuts me off. "Those questions, and the answers they yield, are not for anyone's ears but mine.""Of course, sorry." Henry surveys me with his beady eyes for a few minutes longer before he releases me from his intense appraisal and finally looks at Kade. "I don't suppose you will put

KADEKaden Sario strolled along the wide hallway, ignoring all the familiar paintings on the wall. He'd wandered these halls since he was a kid and knew every detail of every painting. He was sick of it, sick of this house, this land. He wanted to be in the city. Kade's father spent most of his time in the dilapidated city. It was a place off limits to anyone except the figureheads of the four households. Kade didn't know what was in the city or why it was so important. From the outside, it was an ancient ruin of a time past, but something had to give. Fortunates were notoriously vapid creatures of comfort. No one ever spoke of the city, but there was something inside its boundaries that kept generations of Fortunates going back for more. Whatever it was, it had to be enough to keep the boredom at bay. In the new world, there wasn't much work for Fortunates. The Unfortunates took care of everything. They did the farming, ran the shops, and waited hand and foot on the Fortunates. They

KADEFrustration thickened his blood as he stared at his unmade Unfortunate. She was a gift for his birthday, yet she didn't look like one. He couldn't believe she had the nerve to appear in his bedroom undressed. Nine shivered in her tunic, the red gown he hand-picked for her clenched in her fist. Shadows, cast from the fireplace, nestled in the hollows of her cheeks and under her covered breasts. "Is there a reason," he began, sliding his teeth together, "you are not dressed?"She didn't answer, and that thrust his frustration in the direction of rage. He gripped his bottom-heavy glass and dragged an inhale through his nose as he stepped closer. "I asked you a question," he spoke, hoping his dark, low tone penetrated her flesh and speared sense into her. "It's in your best interest to answer it.""Yes," she whispered, swallowing hard. "It exposes more than—""Speak up, Unfortunate." Nine lifted her head, her pretty violet eyes flaring in a way that quelled the frustration in his b