7 Years From Now Novels & Stories

And after 7 years, this is also the first place where she arrived. How many old memories come rushing back, happy and sad are enough. Memories of him resurfaced. For the past 7 years, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Right now, his figure was mixed up in the crowd, but she could still see it clearly. From a distance, she saw him wearing a black suit, next to him was a woman wearing a luxurious body dress, that woman was Charmaine Harris. The two of them look great together. Seven years later, his image is still imprinted in her mind. But for the past 7 years, next to him was another woman. The thought was fleeting, but it made her heart ache a lot. Seeing her standing motionless, Harold

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO; 7 years later -- ARC THREE: 7 YEARS LATER — [Mom-] [Althea- Run!] [Hello? Please, help me--] [Bang!] [Father...] --- 7 Years Later In a small town in a certain country, a lush greenery field stretched out like infinity. The green grasses unintentionally hid the slowly blooming little flowers from the random spectators like a child in their care. The cold and somewhat dry wind passed through the bushes, trees, plants, and flowers, letting them sway gently along with the breeze of early spring.

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro

A final obsession she couldn’t let go of before she died. But to me? It was nothing but a contract that should’ve ended a long time ago. And now, the seven years were up. Looking around, I realized— there was nothing here worth staying for anymore.

Seven years, but that’s just the beginning. We have the rest of our lives ahead of us, and I know it’s going to be the best time of our lives.

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."

“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.