7 Nights 7 Days Novels & Stories

"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.

he invited. “No, I'm tired. How long will this take?” “Around seven to ten days, we have these days to ourselves,” he smirked, I spotted the dirt in his eyes—always horny, I rolled my eyes and lay back. "Alright, my love, take your time, I will be right back,” he said, kissed my cheeks, and then walked out. I closed my eyes as I thought of being here for seven days, it would be a long journey. ~A WEEK LATER~

For the community we've built. I'll survive the next seven days. Somehow.

I said. "Three to seven days," he said. The bond was warm. The function was warm. The ordinary extraordinary days. Almost there.

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.

ALICIA Seven days for seven years. That was how Alicia chose to think about it on the first morning she woke by the lake. She’d rented the lake house for just seven days, within which she would think of a more permanent residence fr her and Tobey - perhaps somewhere far away from this region, where she could truly start over. Seven fragile, borrowed days where nobody shouted her name through closed doors, where no one watched her with contempt disguised as concern, where silence did not feel like the warning sign before cruelty.

Tyson reminded. “Come on, you can’t give up an opportunity like this for mindblowing sex”! Chance mumbled, while teasing Dr. Tyson in the same process. “Besides, we won’t be having less sex, we will be having the same sex, just less frequently.” Dr. Tyson could feel Chance smirking on the other end. “We have like twenty one days left.” “Twenty.” Dr. Tyson corrected. “No, it’s twenty one.” Chance retorted. “Why do you think it’s twenty”?

Andromache nodded, yawning. “I think that’s a sign we should go to bed. It has been a trying day, and there are still more days left of this festival.” I sighed, getting up. “Yes, seven more days.” Melite sighed, putting aside her crocheting. “So, um, how are we handling the sleeping arrangements?” Andromache asked, looking around. Obviously, there is only one bed, and now there are four of us.

The shop offered pizza and breadsticks at a bargain, both of which I loved. Usually, I'd stick to just one type of pizza per day, along with breadsticks. But today, I got two different pizzas and dug in happily. Magnus walked in after me, immediately coughing at the heavy scent of grease. He pinched his nose as he sat across from me. "You actually eat here?" he asked, clearly shocked. I nodded, telling him it was delicious. He remained quiet for a while, his frown deepening before he sighed. "Rosa's living the dream abroad. She gets 300 thousand dollars a month to blow and spends her time shopping."

Seven days is not a long time. It is, in fact, an extremely specific amount of time in which a person can: - Transfer their entire physical therapy care to a clinic in a different neighbourhood - Tell only one person (Sophie), the real reason - Have seven entire Sophie phone calls about it - Delete the text thread with -A and then restore it - Restore the thread, screenshot it, save the screenshot in a folder labelled DO NOT OPEN AGAIN, and then open the folder eleven times