7 Years By Graham Novels & Stories

73 : "Bad" Bad 73 G A G E SIX YEARS AGO... I've been secretly dating Anastasia for over a year now and I'm just as happy as her because she understands how busy I am with work. I always find time to visit her, secretly though, but most of the times it's always FaceTime, calls and texts.

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.”

Questioning tone and all like she didn't already know I would. I rolled my eyes, "Of course Grams. You want it centered above the counter?" "That'll do nicely," she smiled, satisfied I'd agreed to help. I'd learned quick over the past couple months that she didn't much like hearing people complain over non-sense. I guess you got that way when you were almost 70, I either don't understand human age as much as I thought I did or she just looked young for her age. Though I don't have much to compare it to since shifters don't age the same, our bodies age much much slower than humans.

“Can we eat cotton candy too?” “Only if you share,” I teased, catching her grin in the mirror. Beside her, Graham, eleven, hunched in his hoodie, his eyes fixed on his handheld gaming console, the tinny sounds of digital battles leaking from his earbuds. His silence was a quiet ache, a reminder of Brian’s influence—telling him Ernest was fake, not his real dad. I wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap, but his focus on the game felt like a wall I wasn’t sure how to climb yet.

Valoreth breath out in relief but his heart plummeted when he added. "...Yet" Duncan crouched down, smile disappearing and voice low. "You still have seven years to live, remember?"

I pressed my lips together. Leia was seven. Seven. Jimmy had been about the same age when he became obsessed with the guitar. By ten he was telling everyone he was going to be famous. He played Metallica constantly. Loud, angry, screaming music that covered the pain a little boy with shitty parents was going through.

There was an emotion passing through her eyes that I couldn’t quite put a name on. “It’s been seven years.”

His voice was hoarse and desperate. "Elena, I was wrong. I know I messed up… Please, come back. We can have another baby. I'm begging you—give me a chance to make it up to you…" The driver commented casually, "This whole thing's been the talk of the town lately. The guy on the radio is the designated heir of the Corleone family. He was about to marry his fiancee, but he kept messing around with his mistress. In the end, he broke his fiancee's heart, and only now is he regretting it.

Today, I'm settling the score with you! The entire ballroom gasped. Seconds later, a cacophony of hushed gossiping broke out among the guests. Everyone in Saphira's elite circles knew that Wayne had kept a woman by his side for seven years. They also knew he had recently abandoned his old love for a new one. But no one could have known that the woman he had trampled on so casually would turn out to be the long-lost daughter that the Lachlan family had spent seven years searching for.

" Edoardo's eyes were clear and luminous. They were filled with nothing but the excitement, hurt, and devotion of a man who had finally found his way back to his owner, whom he had searched for seven years. He flinched as if burned when his fingers grazed mine, and the tears he had been holding back finally began to fall. I looked indifferently at him. "It seems like everything that had to be handled is already settled, so let's discuss the promise you made to me seven years ago." Edoardo shuddered violently.