Novel & Cerita 7 Years By Graham

Elijah Graham The wait was painful and I knew I wasn't the only one that thought that way. Riley had left exactly a week ago. Seven days and ten hours. Looking at the guys I could tell that they were also affected, but they seemed to have a better grip on their emotions than I did.

"Well, would you settle for a man who shows up at a bed-and-breakfast you don't own when you're twenty-six? He doesn't have a Scottish accent, but he does have a fake can of shaving cream." Cammie turns me around to face the door at the employee break room as Graham walks by. I laugh, one of those stupid cheerleaders laughs that fell out of favor senior year of high school. It's a nervous habit and one that quite frankly should not be held against me. "Are you ready?" Graham asks, holding his hand out.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

For the national championship final, I took time off work and flew halfway across the country to surprise my boyfriend. I'd barely settled into my seat when the girl beside me started gushing to her friend. "See his tie? I picked it out for him last night. Good taste, right? He even said I was the inspiration behind his entire Human Emotion Thesis for this tournament." Her friend gave her a knowing smile. "You actually landed Lucien Grant, the debate star. You should be thrilled." I froze. My boyfriend's name was Lucien Grant too. And the Human Emotion Thesis she claimed to have inspired? It had been born from seven years of pillow talk between Lucien and me.

His body language proved that he knew it very well because, once again, he looked down embarrassingly. “I said it just in front of you two,” Just as I had expected of Elgin. "Forget about it. Guys, this is crazy," Graham stood up, hands on his waist. Now we were all just standing around in a circle, looking at each other and realizing the mess we had created many years ago. "She gave birth to my child. I have a child. I have been going crazy wanting to hold a baby all these years, and to think I have one… You guys don’t understand what it means to me," Graham explained.

With the deafening roar of the engine, he sped away, leaving me surrounded by dead silence and absolute darkness. The pain of my decaying inner wolf raged through my body, feeling like millions of ants gnawing at my bones. I stared down at my bleeding feet and let out a self-deprecating laugh. What was the point of everything I had done over the last ten years? To win over Caleb, I had stayed awake for three days and three nights mapping out battle strategies when he was ambushed by a rival pack. I even used myself as bait to draw the enemies away. When he was poisoned with wolfsbane and hanging by a thread, I used my own mouth to suck the tainted blood out, leaving me bedridden for half a y

“For the duration of seven years, the trust would continue providing financial support to the Smith and Brown Packs.” “On the condition that you fulfilled your obligation, caring for her daughter properly.” Harvey’s words pushed into my chest like a dull blade, inch by inch. “Yesterday was the final day of the seven-year term.” “The agreement expired. All funds have been fully withdrawn.” “And whether it’s companies under Smith or under Brown—” “From the start, they were all shells built on Emma’s money.” “Now that the money has been pulled, there’s naturally nothing left.” My mind went blank with a sharp, buzzing emptiness.

" I looked at him, so confident and righteous, and almost thought it was funny. Even now, he believed I was doing this out of spite and that I should be waiting for him, as if it were natural. People along the mountain road had already stopped to watch. Murmurs rose among them. "Hey, Mr. Director. In our local weddings, the marriage is considered done once the carriage moves. It's considered bad luck for you to interrupt it like this!" "Shut up! Caroline is my bride! She's just doing this to get back at me!" The villagers laughed in his face. "She waited for you for four years and went down the mountain seven times for you. You didn't cherish her when you had the chance, but now that she's f

Seven years changed everything and nothing. That was the paradox of time inside a life like this one the world transformed completely around you while the core of things stayed stubbornly, almost defiantly, the same. The same table. The same garden. The same oak tree at the far end of the Greco estate that had been standing through everything and would be standing after everything and had no opinion whatsoever about the complications of the people who stood under it. Seven years. Viktor was seven years old and had opinions about football and breakfast and the correct way to pronounce certain words in three languages and the specific injustice of bedtimes that did not account for the fact th

Ellie rolls her eyes in disappointment. Ah god, George. Haven’t met him, only heard and saw him from a distance at the party two weeks ago. Ellie’s new guy, he’s like sixty-five years old, rich as fuck, and spoils the hell out of her. Let’s be real here…do I have to say the obvious? We all laugh, the image is seared in my mind of them doing kinky things, I’m pretty sure I just threw up in my mouth. “Oh shut up you guys, he’s got years more experience than yours do,” Ellie rolls her eyes.