7 Years From Now Novels & Stories

It says: Dear Sophie, As you know, I am currently exploring the North of South America for work, and have recently been successful in my search. I will probably be going back to HQ within the next month, which means I can probably be home by late July. To think we’ve been apart for seven months now! Now that you are 18, maybe you can come on a few trips with me. Who knows, maybe you’ll like it and be hired to work by my side!

"Seven... Eight...Nine..." I closed my eyes just for a moment. One moment, reminding myself never to have kids again.

We had seven days to save seven people. Starting now.

“A month and two weeks away!” No.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.

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

“Alright, I’m sorry. I just can’t help myself.” “Dad, it’s been seven years. It’s time to move on,” Naomi said with a smile—though she herself did not know if she had truly moved on. Whenever Naomi looked at her daughter, she was always reminded of the past…

He doesn't deserve her. I only remember my name from my mother and other things which she had told me about, but I'm more than curious to know about my past seventeen years of life of which I have blurry images rather than memories. The only memories I have are from the past seven years. My whole seventeen years of life is missing, and I'm so eager to find out about it. I'm twenty-four, but I only remember my past seven years and the past seventeen are missing. My memories before I turned seventeen are all missing.

Alec continues. Allen looks shocked. “Is he back?” I nod and she gasps. “What are you doing to do about it?” “Fight to get him back. It’s been seven years since I’ve been in touch with him and now, my body lites like fire when he is near to me. I want him back and I want to go back home.” “What about Somi?” Allen asks. The kids look at us and I flash them a smile to show that things are good between us.