7 Years From Now Novels & Stories

Something in his tone made me obey. We drove in a suffocating silence once more. Halfway home, Adrian spoke suddenly, his eyes fixed on the road. “Seven years.” I glanced at him, my pulse thrumming. “You’re still here,” he continued, his voice strangely calm, not angry, just profoundly tired. “Caging me like a prisoner.” He glanced briefly toward the dark sky through the windshield. “I wonder when this seven-year contract will finally end.” My fingers curled into my lap, digging into the fabric of my skirt. Next week. Six more days. Then you won’t ever have to see me again.

he said. "Mr. Noah!! Was it because I came today!? Did I forget to give you your medications?...Was the food salty or too sweet?, Please talk to me, don’t do this to me, Mr. Noah. I’ve been here since I was 17, you can’t just do this without any reason, I know you too well Mr. Noah" I said, still holding his hands. He then turned to face me, his eyes full of words he struggled to say.

I didn't even know which of his promises were real anymore. I lifted my head, gazing at him, and murmured, "It's been seven years. We've been together for seven years." His indifference melted a little. He leaned across the desk and pulled me into a tight hug. "I know you've waited a long time, but right now, the company is at a critical point," he murmured. "I can't get distracted. I need to focus on work. This company is something we worked hard to build. We've come so far. You understand, right?"

"Honey, isn't it rude to leave your classmate standing there?" Quinn did not look back at me. "He's just a classmate I barely know. How could he be more important than you?" Tears fell before I could stop them, and the other passing employees watched my humiliation with scorn. Ten years of relationship, seven years apart, and a journey of more than 600 miles. All I got was "a classmate I barely know" in the end. There was still a message Quinn had sent three days ago on my phone. The text went: [Conrad, give me a little more time. Once my job is stable, we'll get married.]

"Hmm..probably he won't like me. Maybe he already got a girlfriend or..hmm whatever..I need to get rid of this. It's now 3 years. " '3 years !?', Aroon thought in shock. "Oh...3 years ?" "Hmm..", Dae hummed and leaned back in his seat.

We didn’t just want to build a clinic; we wanted to create real change. As I glanced at Mrs. Narti’s dimly lit house next door, a question suddenly popped into my mind that had been swirling around without an answer. “Julien, Ratna said she’s seven years old, right?” I furrowed my brow, trying to formulate my words. “But Mrs. Narti looks… well, she’s probably over fifty. I’m just… curious. I mean, why at that age does she still have such a small child?”

Their dads were somewhat perplexed when they told them they had become members of the country club at the age of 12. From the age of 12 to 15, Jason and his friend golfed and caddied every chance they could. Many days after school, they would hitchhike their way to the country club. They caddied to keep their agreement and played every chance they got and made good money.

Her mother told her it’s the least they could do. As I walked back to my car, I remembered August’s scholarship in Switzerland. I was definitely happy for her, no doubt in that. She deserves that scholarship. But I also felt a sharp stab in my heart as it dawned on me that soon we’ll be graduating. And then August will leave. I wondered, once this fake-dating scheme is over, would there be anything to remain between us?

I drank the tea and wiped my lips. "Call Hera. We're going to have a big sales and discounts starting now. Also, tell that to our current customers inside." I declared. Her jaw dropped but she immediately nodded. "Copy that, miss!" I scrunched my nose and I just found myself smiling, so happy about the success I got. It's been what? Seven years had passed. Seven years of changes. Seven years of moving on and moving forward. Time flies really fast, doesn't it?

AUBREE’S POV Have you fallen in love with someone who can’t fight for you? You both love each other but still not enough for him to fight for you. I fell deeply in love with someone who left me in the end. It’s been seven years since he left me. But I still love him. And until now, I’m still waiting for him to come back. Flashback