007: Everything Or Nothing Novels & Stories

It was titled “Severance Agreement” “I, Mateo Castle, voluntarily cut off my ties with my mother.” Right underneath the distorted, illegible handwriting was a fingerprint stamped with still-wet blood. Eden stared at the paper in disbelief for what felt like forever. She felt completely pinpricked and numb; voices were droning around her. She could faintly hear the conversation coming from the room. “Amelie, when are you going to marry Daddy? I want to be your page boy. “My mommy is useless. She can’t even get Daddy to come home. If you were my mommy, Daddy wouldn’t do this. It would be a dream come true if you were my mommy! I dream of you being my mommy all the time.”

However, it was well-cleaned. Joseph laid his eyes on the desk. A row of medicine bottles stood on the surface. Beside them was a calendar with only one page left. With trembling hands, he picked up the bottles. Every single one of them was labeled 'For post-heart transplant use.' A sticky note was stuck underneath. It read, 'Asterna, one-way trip, 4:00 PM tomorrow.' There were only a few bleached clothes left in the cabinet. The cardboard box in the corner caught his attention. When he opened it up, what he saw made him gasp.

A high-definition video began to play. It was the footage from the docks. The image of Luca and Fiona tangled together was crystal clear. "Holy sh*t! Isn't that the groom? And that’s Fiona!" "Oh my god, it’s not even censored! You can see everything!" "He’s cheating on her! Right before the wedding!" "Talk about a scandal. This is wild!" Luca and Fiona scrambled toward the tech booth, screaming at the staff to shut it off. But the video kept rolling. Suddenly, the screen switched—it began flashing the scandalous dating histories of Fiona’s "inner circle."

Until one day, Ethan looked unwell and pulled my hand, asking me not to call him Apex anymore. He said he preferred when I used special terms for him. So I would privately call him "mate." His ears would turn red, but his eyes held unfathomably deep emotions. Now I understood—the word "Apex" were never a testament to our love. Warm, fluffy touches suddenly came from around my ankles. It was Storm, nuzzling my ankles affectionately. "You'll stay with me forever, won't you?" I gently petted it. Even destined mates couldn't escape the seven-year itch. The love I'd held with such certainty—its collapse only took an instant.

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

He laughed at the funny ones, he smiled at the cute ones and he shed tears wishing he was there with Ty to experience the beautiful moments. Christopher switched on the MacBook, inserted the flash drive he found in the box. There were different videos of Tyler. The first video he clicked on was the moment Tyler took his first step. He had a proud smile on his face and he shed a few tears. Meanwhile, Naomi was in the living room, on the floor, by the sofa, crying her eyes out while hugging Christopher’s coat.

Walking back into the office, he kept staring at her until she was finally out of his site before he walks away. Sitting in the luxury of an elegant French restaurant, Mrs. Clara is seen exchanging documents with a man who seems to want his identity hidden. He is wearing a hoodie and a dark glass, but you can tell he is in his fifties from the winkles on his face. Mrs. Clara took a quick glance at the document before shoving it into her bag. “ I trust everything is ready for next week?” The mysterious man ask. “ Yes. We just need to take care of one more thing, that the funding of the tech and the launching is bound to be a disaster”

"After your exit, this world will erase all traces of your existence." Could Jared have broken the rules? Melody appeared at the door, wearing a plain dress and holding a bouquet of white roses, her polished appearance in sharp contrast to Jared's disheveled state. Her gaze was venomous as she looked at me, then she suddenly laughed in a high-pitched voice. "Jared, are you done? The whole city's talking about the mob boss losing his mind over a woman who doesn't exist! How long are you going to keep this up?"

0076: Dear Handsome and Strong Evil Spirit 007: Treasure Hunt 0078: Small Dk Joe 0079: I Know It Is You 0080; This Is Your World! 0081: The White Lady's Request 0082: We Did Not Kill HIm 0083: It Was Never An Error To Begin With _______ END of BOOK 1