7 Years From Now Novels & Stories

Hell, he cared so much that he was a better Beta than a brother to her. “ But what will you wear? Don’t tell me you are going to stay in this very sweatpant and jacket until you get some other options?” Jacobi frowned as he stepped closer to her and then looked around carefully so that he was sure that no one could hear him. “ You don’t have any money, Levy … Seven years have passed things have changed.” “ That’s right, Jacob… seven years have passed ” she smiled at him ruefully before taking a couple of steps back while still looking at him. “ Your concern is seven years late,” she paused and then her smile widened even more.

Alexander toasted. "To fifteen years. To surviving scandal, lawsuit, three pregnancies, and three very different children." "To choosing each other. Every single day." We clinked glasses. "What do you think the next fifteen years look like?" I asked. "Luna will be twenty-eight. Thomas twenty-five. Leo twenty-two. All adults. Possibly married. Possibly making us grandparents." "Grandparents?!" "It's possible. Luna is thirteen. In fifteen years, she could have children." "Stop. You're making me feel ancient."

“I can safely say that no amount of time will change the outcome of this conversation.” “Seraphine.” A pleading edge is creeping into his tone, which is almost entertaining. Too bad. So sad. “See you in . . . seven years? Or when you decide that the key to peace is a joint Were-Vampyre MLM scheme and try to sell me dietary supplements. Do have Vania fetch me at home, though. I do not look forward to reorganizing my résumé.” I turn around to find the doorknob. “There won’t be another opportunity in seven years, Seraphine.”

I think I am going to have a very good relationship with my future mother in law. Yeah. Now I have one week to my wedding. Geez.

Naya's POV Tracy is quiet at the other end of the phone. I smack my lips against each other, it's either that or the tears come out again. “Are you finally back? Is this permanent?” Tracy sighs. “I… I don't know.” I push my hair away from my face. “This place has not been good to me, Tracy.” “It has been seven years, Naya. You are free now. I'm sure that he won't recognize you, even if you encounter him on the road.”

“No. About fifteen years?” “Fourteen years, five months, two weeks, and eight days.” That had him blinking. “That’s precise.” I nodded. “It is. Because do you know how long I’ve known this moment would come? Except, instead of you standing here, I figured it would be Dec?” He cleared his throat. “Fourteen years, five months, two weeks, and seven days?”

Amber nodded her head, "I understand. Sure, I will marry you. Just not anytime soon, okay? L-Let's give some time. At least five years after I graduate from the university." "What?! That's too long! Right after you graduate. That's it."

"Seven years! Seven years ! Seven years! Seven years..... why is it sounding so familiar?" Why "Seven years " sounds so familiar to him. Then, the realisation hit him. It had been seven years since Zieve had closed himself. It had been seven years since Natalie died. It had been seven years since Zieve had a surgery. It had been seven years since, Zieve stocks lost his childhood and became what he is now. It has been seven years that he is burning day and night in the fire of the loss of his love.

I finally answer. Seven more weeks. We only have seven weeks to go. But seven weeks can be a long time if your mate is slowly losing her mind.