7 Years By Graham Novels & Stories

You'll know when the time is right. She's young for a widow, he mused. Graham had said she was, what, forty-five? That made her five years older than Judd, he calculated for no reason in particular. He watched as she hugged her son and daughter. They seemed close. Graham had spoken proudly of Adam and Cara, both out on their own and doing well. He knew Jessi was glad to have them here. They'd eventually have to go back to their own lives, though.

I looked at my son. Seven years old. Making observations that Mara would find significant.

Keep playing the game. Until the perfect moment to destroy him. Grace sat on the bed. Her hands were still shaking. Seven years. Seven years of lies. And she was going to make him pay for every single one.

At the table Grace blew out seven candles in one go, which she'd been practising apparently, and everyone made the appropriate noise and she looked extremely satisfied with herself. Nathaniel caught my eye across the table. The warm version of his face. I looked back at him. Seven years old and a tree and a family that had taken a long time and a lot of different things to get to this table in this garden on this particular afternoon. All of it exactly right.

More importantly, he was an orphan and was brought to the sect by Jacob when he was five years old. Generally speaking, the two sides did not fit in, and there was no more interaction between them except for their pure relationship. However, Graham's cultivation was not easy when he was young. Others could master a simple cultivation method in half a month, but Graham needed at least a month, and mistakes were common. It was not that Graham was a moron. On the contrary, he was extremely gifted. When he ran into a problem, he could solve it himself. He also enjoyed experimenting with new cultivation methods, but he was too young at the time. Despite his intelligence, he frequently failed.

Hudson, on the other hand, trembled and stammered, “It’s not… It’s not like that, Dad… Sophie has been with me for seven years, I–” His words were jumbled and incoherent, as if even he didn’t understand what he was clinging to anymore. He was finally with the one he had always wanted, yet he still felt unsatisfied. Watching this scene unfold before me, my heart was unexpectedly calm. I knew Graham was putting on this show in front of me, not to act as a strict father disciplining a disobedient son. Sure enough, the next moment, Graham took out a checkbook, wrote a number on a check, and handed it to me. He tilted his chin arrogantly.

How fucking long did those leeches have her? I reach over and take her hand. I don’t know if she wants my support, but right now, she has no one else. I know exactly what that feels like, so I want her to know that she’s not alone. “Seven years.” It’s barely a whisper. “It’s been seven years.”

My voice trailed off. Graham was quiet for a moment, then started to nod. “The product stays with you as you grow.” “It’s a constant. You change—it doesn’t. Yours for life.” “Brilliant,” he praised. For some reason, his compliment made my chest warm, and I ducked my head at the strange sensation. He pushed off the table, holding out his hand. “Graham Gavin.” I took his hand, noting the firmness of his grip. “Richard VanRyan.” “I’m impressed already.”

"The Romanos are planning to acquire a new port. If she hands over the operating rights to us, my family's power will expand. Our influence will triple. I have to play along with her act. This is purely business." I watched him in silence, letting him sweat through his expensive collar. He exhaled, his voice softening. "Okay, I admit that Alessia and I grew up together. But that was when we were kids. It's been seven years. We haven't exchanged a single call or text in all that time. "Cara, once the contract is signed, I'll make our relationship public to everyone. You're my only one. My only love." Such beautiful sweet nothings. I used to survive on them. For seven years, I had pecked at th

After my brother and fake heir, Damon Stewart, runs someone over, he frames me for it. My fiancee immediately breaks off our engagement and marries him. I'm facing prison time, but Crystal Morgan—my childhood sweetheart who's also a lawyer—resolutely chooses to marry me. She works tirelessly to clear my name, and eventually she gets Damon sent to prison. However, her family runs into financial trouble, and her ailing mother is facing prison time herself. To repay a debt of gratitude, I, an accountant, take the blame for the crime and spend seven years in prison. But on the day I'm released, I overhear Crystal and her mother, Lilian Murphy, talking from behind the gates. "Crystal, Elija