7 Years By Graham Novels & Stories

Elena had loved him. She had loved him enough to stay hidden for seven years. Enough to forgive Palermo. Enough to give him chance after chance before she finally signed. Surely that kind of love could not disappear all at once. Surely if he reached Zurich before Adrian had time to stand beside her too closely, before she learned to breathe without him, before the divorce began to feel real—

A compliment from Alice. “How long were you guys married?” I was not ready for that question from Frank, how long were we married anyway? Was it written on our script? “Two years.” Zander sense the seconds of silence “That’s why, when you reach 7 years and still wear paired color of dress I will cut my right thumb haha” sarcastic words from Garry.

Graham had always told her should could easily pass as a woman in her late thirties and she believed him, it was not merely flattery. They had some business to attend to before she could even start looking for the boy. Ione only hoped she could finish them all as fast as she could so she could take the next flight to Denver, Colorado. "How are you feeling?" Graham asked. "Like I'm twenty-five." She murmured and Graham smiled. "How long has it been?" She didn't keep track of the time, but it was well over a decade. "Oh I can't be too sure." Graham looked at his phone again.

his voice called out as his tires screeched against the gravel. There won't be a next time, Damian. I sat alone, slowly cutting into the cake that symbolized my birth. I was an orphan who lost both parents. In the Mafia world where bloodline is everything, I had been the lowest of the low—no name, no pedigree. Even the beggars looked down on me. The first bit of warmth I ever felt was from a teenage Damian. Back then, he had smiled and said, "You poor little thing, why are you crying in an alley on Christmas Eve?"

means when you're seven years old and the person you'd be leading against is your family. I don't say anything to Old Gray. I'm seven. I have nine years.

Even destined mates couldn't escape the seven-year itch. The love I'd held with such certainty—its collapse only took an instant.

The tough decisions were Helen's to make. The following day, Chloe strode into the office and handed in her resignation. When she got home, she began to sift through the mountain of photos that chronicled the trio's shared history. Over twenty years of friendship had produced album after album of memories. Childhood games of house with Andrew and Stephen, middle school award ceremonies, college road trips... Each photo brought the past to life, as if she could step right back into those moments. However, those days were gone, and they did not matter anymore.

The other person was a young overweight male that looked like he could be her son; I stood up to greet the two, “Hi there, I’m Edily you two must be the funeral directors.” “No honey I’m Lucy Graham and this here is my youngest son Earl Graham. Edily did you say your name was?” Caught off guard by her identity, I stuttered, “Yes, ma’am I am. “The oldest child, my, my, my, have you grown up to be easy on the eyes, almost ain’t recognize you. See you finally put on some weight.” “Yes, I was finally able to properly eat once we moved up here.”

"Then... the person who was taking care of you these past few days… Was that not your girlfriend?" "No. We broke up a week ago." Ivy looked awkward, clearly unsure how to change the subject. Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated. Ivy let out a breath of relief and quickly helped me answer it. "Go ahead. Take the call." The moment the line connected, Grant’s furious shouting burst out. "Ash, find a time to come pack up your things and leave! Your hand is ruined. What use are you now? I'm officially notifying you that you are fired from the studio!"

But I did not accept the credit card he handed over. "I do not hate you, but I will not forgive you. I do not need the credit card. Keep it and do something more meaningful with it in your remaining time. Perhaps we once loved each other, but the timing wasn’t right. In this long seven-year marriage, I thought I could move you with love and tenderness, but I never expected it to end up like this." Harry looked at me with eyes full of guilt. "I know I have wronged you for so many years, so this is the only compensation I can offer now. I hope you will be happier in the future."