7 Years From Now Novels & Stories

"I understand." --- That night, Amara and I stood on the balcony. The moon was rising, full and silver, watching over everything. The pack house was quiet. The forest was still. For one perfect moment, the world was at peace. "We have seven years," Amara said. "Until Ethan's birthday." "Until the prophecy comes due." "Until everything changes." She leaned into me. "Seven years," she repeated. "That's not enough." "It's all we have." "Then we make it count."

He did not trust me after seven years together. The clock on the wall struck three. It was the last day of my bet with Bailey. It was also the date that Jeremy had planned to propose to me.

"I don't want to startled you, sweetie. Promise me you'll going to remain silent." I shrugged, "Sure. What is that?" He take a deep breath, "Your wedding will going to held three weeks from now."

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

“Yup, his flight is at 3 this afternoon. He’s probably boarding the plane by now.” Hope’s face fell in disappointment. “T-Then I’ll wait until he's back and thank him personally.” “He’s not going to be back anytime soon. You’ll probably be able to see him in 3 to 5 years’ time.” Hope froze. “Th-that's a long time.” She opened the lunch box gently and there were a variety of snacks inside. Hope could not hold in her tears as they streamed down her cheeks. “He still remembers the snacks that I love.”

I pace up and down my office, thinking about ways to murder Beau. It felt so surreal seeing him after all this time. The nerve of him to show up today as an investor. Did he expect me to smile and welcome him? He must be on something to think I would forget what he did to me. Seven years have passed, but it doesn't mean I would open my arms wide and welcome him as if nothing had happened. It’s going to take longer than that for me to forgive him.

Frankie blushed and the boys scoffed "Guys,,,we are in June right?" Trent asked "Yes why?" Seven asked "What do you mean why? Your birthday is coming up by September,,you and Frankie" Trent said and the boys screamed "Can't believe Seven always forget his birthday" Rocky smiled "Can't wait,can't wait,,some people are turning 18" Jerry danced Frankie and Seven laughed "I'm getting a tattoo once I'm 18" Frankie said "I don't have any" Trent and Rocky said at a time

After all, I am nothing but a problem. Never mind - Nothing works well in my life. It's better now. I feel better. I wish I could meet Dad for once. No~ It's fine though. I will wait until he dies. How many years do I have to wait? I'm now 18, Dad is 42, People probably live for 60 or 70. Then if I calculate the age that is left to die. How many years do I have to wait? I, 2, 3...

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.

"Another way?" "Seven years," Draven said, his grip on Rupert loosening slightly. "She works for us for seven years, then she's free to go." River's jaw dropped. What?! Seven years? That was an eternity!