7 Nights 7 Days Novels & Stories

Albert hurriedly asked, “Master Wade, when you say a few more days… how many days would it be exactly?” Charlie thought for a while before he laughed and said, “Let’s make it seven days, then! We should round it up to one week so that it will be easier to keep count! If these extra seven days do not work, that can only mean that my aunt’s temper is simply too terrible. If that is the case, we will have to give her a complete treatment course.” Albert laughed as he said, “Okay, Master Wade! I got it!”

he whispers nudging my forehead Sleep with me twenty thousand times and your debt is gone My eyes widened in horror, "Mr Voss, I don’t think I can last long for twenty thousand nights" my voice hoarse He smirked, Then, seven times per day Two thousand-eight hundred days You can last that long right? Seven times a day???! Even whores don't go that extra His face contorted, what did you say? He questioned. His face darkened, he pressed a knee between my thighs.

*** Why do we have to play seven minutes in heaven? “S-sir…please, at least not at work…” H simply chuckled and continued pressing kisses on my neck, currently choosing to play this game with his phone timer instead of eating the food he ordered me to buy earlier. “Didn’t you remember the rule?” he whispered; his voice so close to my ear that it made me shiver as I settled on his lap with his hands on my hip and back. “I-I remember…” “Say it.” He commanded, nibbling on my skin which made me gasp.

My throat burned and my body ached from the weight of everything I was pretending not to feel. "I will," I said quietly. “For now.” Amber didn’t smile this time. She just looked at me, really looked, and in her eyes, I saw it. The same fire. The same grief. The same rage. And the same plan. “We make it seven days,” she said. “And then we leave everything.” My heart beat once, louder than the music, louder than the voices of wolves praising a marriage I wanted no part of. But in seven days, exactly one week, it’ll all be over.

“How many days do you want me to go for?” Paige was speechless. The man was so hard to deal with. “Seven days,” she said. There, she said it, to which Chris replied, “Sure.” Paige was surprised that he agreed to seven days. “Are you sure you can be away for seven days?” she asked. “Why not?” “What about the company?” She knew Chris was incredibly busy, dealing with tons of work daily. A lot of documents needed his signature, and him leaving town for a week would certainly affect his work.

And it hurts. [I'm sorry, Host. System rules dictate you must die a natural death in this world. You cannot detach early.] [Oh...] I was disappointed, but quickly accepted it. [It's fine. It's just five days. I can wait.] For the next three days, I couldn't keep any food down. I barely managed sips of water. My body withered rapidly, my skin turning a sickly, deathly pale. On the evening of the third day, Caleb finally realized something was wrong.

She went looking for a story. She found a curse. Kelsey Jones is a desperate reporter chasing an anonymous tip about a dead crypt in the Carpathian Mountains, and the moment she touches the ancient dagger inside it, she triggers something that hasn’t moved in a hundred years. Now she’s trapped in a gothic castle with the most dangerous creature in the hidden world, a Lycan King so cursed he kills to survive and shifts into a monster by night. He looks at her like he’s seen her before. Like he’s been waiting. Like she belongs to him. She has seven days before the curse becomes permanent. She has a glowing dagger that can end him. And she is slowly, terrifyingly, forgetting every reason she ha

Arc 7: Room Service I've been on this work trip for four days and I am losing my mind. Not from the meetings. Not from the twelve hour days or the client dinners or the presentations I've delivered on four hours of sleep. I'm losing my mind because I am twenty-nine years old and I have needs and the closest thing to physical contact I've had in four days is the elevator door closing on my shoulder this morning.

After what happened last time, no way I would leave her out of my sight. It's just that I do have a special feeling about tonight, I feel that she'll be turning to be mine - always and forever. Tonight will mark the seventh night after her death, maybe it's the reason why I'm sure about her waking up tonight since everything in life moves in cycles. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, all add up to become part of a cycle. Some cycles, such as the beating of the heart move fast, while a millennium moves very slow. The number seven is much more prevalent in nature than most of us realize: There are seven oceans, seven continents, seven vertebrae in the neck, and it's all about seven.

Just the most powerful force in the universe. Seven days. We can survive seven days. We can survive anything. As long as we're together.