7 Days And 7 Nights Novels & Stories

It was red but was pretty large and had stone-made chairs attached to it. Aaron had already picked up our lunch basket. He placed it on the side and sat us down on those chairs. “It’s really nice, here isn’t it?” I said as he took out our sandwiches. “It is, but we only have two days left.” I frowned while biting into the sandwich. Only two days? “Umm, why two days only?” Aaron was also enjoying his sandwich when at my question he looked at me and smiled, “It’s the Island duties. The glass factory had a rogue wolves attack. I could only afford four days.”

No ledgers. Elara sat by the window, sword on the table. Not on her hip. Darius set a cup down in front of her. “Day seven,” he said. Elara nodded. “Day seven.” Silence. The kind they hadn’t had in years. No ravens. No alarms. Darius sat across from her. “You said seven days. Then we talk about rest.” Elara picked up her cup. “I remember.” Darius took a breath. “So. One full turn of the sun without us holding it. It’s here.”

"I already know your marriage is only for seven days, Tatiana Richardson." Tatiana froze mid-step, fighting to keep her breathing steady. She had thought he was finished with her when he allowed her to leave—only for his words to strike her like poison. Seven days... he knows? Slowly, Tatiana turned, meeting Jacob's gaze. Her lips trembled, but her voice came out calm, clipped. “I... I don’t know what... you’re talking about.”

He wanted a four star but I paid the extra for us to get five star all inclusive. "I'm so excited! I wonder what the room will look like. Can we go swimming when we get there! Wait no can we go to the beach first? But I don't want sand on me straight away-" "Slave! Calm down. We have seven days to do everything you want. Take a deep breath and just wait until we get there," I say firmly and he nods. "I'm sorry Master, I just got really exited," he says with a small smile. "I didn't ask for an excuse," I remind him as I get closer to the hotel. We stay in silence for a while as I park outside of the hotel and get out. Mason is quiet as we get our cases out of the boot and I frown.

"Pack some stuffs. I want you to spend a week in here." Right, a week. A seven day vacation I wished would and could last longer. A week is quite a long vacation, actually, but spending it with you feels like a short period of time. Especially, if the plans I wanted to do with you will not fit for seven days. Or perhaps, I'm not really contented with the time you said. Perhaps, I want longer, like years. Perhaps, I just want you to stay beside me. Perhaps... I don't want you to leave after making a short vacation so euphoric. "Are you sure he's here?" Daniel asked as he lowered his head a little, to see outside the window beside me. I looked over my right side as well.

I lay awake and listened to the ocean and thought about the party waiting for us back home. Seven days. Seven days to let him breathe. Seven days to remind him who he was when he wasn’t bleeding from wounds no one could see. I could work for seven days.

[WARNING: Explicit Sexual Content - 18+] The hotel suite door closed behind them with a soft click that sounded like freedom. Lia barely had time to register the room's king bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, expensive and impersonal before Caspian's hands were on her face, tilting her head up to look at him. "Seven days," he said, his voice rough. "Seven days of knowing you were sleeping in his house. In his bed."

I needed to put space between myself and that room and that conversation and the look on his face when he said Nightfall Pack. What happened in those seven days? I had been unconscious for all of it, completely, helplessly unconscious while Adrian had seven days of unrestricted access to think, to investigate, to map out whatever picture he was building around me. Seven days was a long time for a man like him. Seven days was enough time to build something significant.

I nodded, imagining it, the quiet snow, the freezing air biting my cheeks, the sky alive with colors I had only seen in pictures. “Tromsø it is.” “Okay, next question,” Simona continued. “How long are we staying?” “Not too short,” I replied without thinking. “I don’t want to feel rushed.” “Seven to ten days?” Livia suggested. “Enough time to relax, explore, and actually breathe.” “Ten days,” I decided. “I want this to feel like a pause from life, not a quick escape.” Simona grinned. “Look at you, making decisions. I like this version of you.”

He did not trust me after seven years together. The clock on the wall struck three. It was the last day of my bet with Bailey. It was also the date that Jeremy had planned to propose to me.