7 Years From Now Novels & Stories

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

Something lasting. Something real. Four weeks. Then forever begins. And I'm ready. Finally, completely ready.

"Just wanted to tell you that you got my age wrong. I'm turning 27 next month.Right now I'm 26 years 11 months years old." "Is this dude serious?" Amy asks to particularly no one, watching Jamie walking away once again. "I think so."

Amelia's lip parted slightly as different joy was building up inside her, it was an unspeakable feeling. " But miss there's a problem Miss " Mr Jones muttered under his breath. Amelia's face dramatically changed from sweet to sour, like a child who was happy to take sweet but ended up tasting sour. "And w-what is the problem Mr Jones? I think I only have forty minutes to enter the party or else the invitation is going to be invalid right? " Amelia said. Checking the invitation in his hand and the time ,it was exactly the same with just forty minutes left to enter the party or else his efforts would go waste, Mr Jones couldn't help but to shake his head as how celebrities act like God .

He minus the 2020 to 1988 and her eyes winded after knowing his already thirty years old. "What the heck? That man is already thirty years old? And how many years our gap is...)" she paused and counts in her fingers, "Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, and thirty-two—the fudge! Seven years of gap." She snorted and rolled her eyes.

Jordi announces to the table, with the satisfaction of a narrator confirming the official record. Valentina writes in the notebook after dinner: Noa, seven years old. 'Six is just being. Seven is starting to know what you are.' She will spend the rest of her life refining this observation. At seven she has the principle. At seventeen she will have the language. At seventy she will have the depth. The bowl. Made again, at a different resolution. Seven years old. Starting to know what they are. They always knew.

And together, we would uncover the secrets hidden within the shadows and fight for our survival. Seven Years Later… The early morning sunlight seeped through the crevices of the cave, casting gentle rays upon the damp stones. I stood there, sweat dripping down my forehead, no longer the helpless 10-year-old girl who had lost everything seven years ago. I had grown, both in age and strength. Now at 17 years old, I was determined to avenge my pack and bring justice to those who had caused their demise.

Or at least t rying to be. Seven years. I had seven years to figure out how to survive this. And I'd just taken the first step

I said and she chuckled. “True.. I guess we should travel alone when we reach our 14th year anniversary.” She said and I looked at her disbelief. “You’re mean.” “What?” “I have to wait 7 years?” I asked and she laughed. “5 years?” “You’re funny.” “4 years?” “No.” “Fine! 8 years.” “Why go up instead of going down?!” I scoffed and she laughed. “Fine, in 2 years.” “In a year.” I protested.

At the peak of a hill, William held me in his arms and whispered sweetly into my ear. "It's so nice holding you like this while waiting for the sunrise together. Tomorrow marks our seventh wedding anniversary. "Having you by my side these past seven years has made me so happy. I've prepared a surprise for you, and you'll see it tomorrow. "Say… do you think we can watch the sunrise like this 70 years from now? By then, it won't be just the two of us because our children will be here, too."