Novel & Cerita 7 Nights 7 Days

Until whatever came next. Seven weeks. Starting now.

Always questioning. "Mama?" Isabela asked. Innocently. Curiously. "We heard something. At school. Kids talking. They said. They said you and Papa had weird beginning. Something about seven nights? And contract? What does that mean? What's seven nights?" The twins (now 10) ask Sienna about the "seven nights" contract. They've heard whispers about their parents' unusual beginning.

“What are you going to do to me tomorrow?” He chuckled again and nipped lightly at the spot just below my ear, the small sting sending another shiver racing down my spine. “What aren’t I going to do to you tomorrow?” he countered, lips brushing the shell of my ear as he spoke. “I’ve got seven days planned, Love. Seven days of nothing but you, me, this house, that view out there, and whatever filthy, sweet, exhausting things I can think of to keep you too busy to overthink.”

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.

He was a very strict man and God knows if he’ll take the task lightly with me. “Amanda Ezeh… You’ll be going to Mr Richard Okafor's mansion to get his finger print on an important project we’re working on and you have only 7days to do that . Go home and pack your bags… Your ride will be here in 10 minutes ” The cocky old man said and got back to what he was doing. i still couldn’t believe what I just heard. I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone!!

, he cried. "Good, 7 days"

The night they arrived, he even posted something online to make it clear he thought I was copying him. In our seventh year, the gift was the divorce agreement. Seven years, and looking back, the distance between us had grown the entire time without me noticing. Two notifications came through on my phone. One was from Vera that read, “Sean, nine tomorrow morning. Do not forget.” The other was from Austin. “Last night of our seven-day romance. Vera says she wants to make it a night to remember.” My eyes stayed on the paintings for one last moment before I switched off the screen.

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

"Naomi too." "One woman once went thirteen days without water, though the average is about three. You're tough. I think you can handle another day or two before it gets really serious." I don't answer him. Conserving my energy is more important right now than making conversation with a monster like Frank. He's just playing games anyways. If he allowed it, he could have three or more Warriors just come in here, hold me down, and let them do whatever they wanted with me. But he won't do that. He's purposely waiting for me to give up, because he gets some sick pleasure from this.

His message read as, "Ms. Esha Varnav. You need not come to work tomorrow. You can resume your work from Monday. Your new working days will be from Monday to Saturday w.e.f from next week till September 30th. Thank you! Have a great Sunday." WHAT!? "WHAT DID I JUST SEE RIGHT NOW! WHAT THE HELL? WHAT DO HE MEAN BY THIS?" "It means you have to work seven days in a week" Dua said "There is only seven days in a week" I look at Dua.