7th Time Loop Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The plane taxied onto the runway. The engines roared to life. I closed my eyes. Seven years ago, on a full moon night, he’d bitten the nape of my neck and whispered, "From this day forward, my soul is bound to yours." The moonlight spilled through the window onto our tangled bodies. I thought that was forever. Tonight, seven years later, I was severing that thread myself—a thread called "fate." I summoned the ancient power in my blood.

He had lowered himself completely. "Don't be angry, all right, Ava?" Like a magic trick he produced a small bullet casing and waved it in front of me. "I chased you for seven whole years. When you agreed to be mine you gave me seven casings. You said if I ever made you angry, I'd get seven chances to make it right." He buried his face in my neck. "You know I was out of my mind happy that day. Take the casing. Don't be angry anymore."

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

the chapter accidentally repeated the chapter above instead of the intended chapter, I fixed it and if you remove the book from your library and re add it it should fix, alternatively I will post it bellow for those of you who already had the incorrect chapter and don't wnat to remove and re add. *************************** Nova’s POV

Feed… feed… feed… And Kael knew, with growing dread, that this was only the beginning. ☠️ End of Chapter 7

The Final Dividend: The Temptation of the Loop The screen flickered, showing a glimpse of Chapter 155. It showed Julian Thorne in trouble. Not on Mars, but in a world that looked exactly like yours. He was standing in a rain-slicked alleyway, looking frail and lost, his eyes no longer silver but a dull, pained blue. He was being surrounded by men in charcoal suits—the "Real World" version of the Auditors.

My body was on fire. I struggled to a sitting position and kept trying to untie myself with my eyes on her. I saw her eyes close and I shook my head. “No no no. Maya, please stay with me!” I screamed out to her but her eyes didn't open. I saw her hands drop. No, this cannot be the first time in five years i was seeing her and also the last time. I finally untied myself and tried to crawl to her ignoring the burning sensation I was feeling then I heard another explosion. I screamed out loud.

My heartbeat picked up even though I tried to keep my expression neutral. I thought of Tamrine again, only a week old and already being pulled into a life with rules written long before he existed. Every corridor felt like it whispered a reminder of the last timeline, the version of my life where I walked these halls with fear instead of resolve. My steps in this lifetime felt different—more deliberate—even if I hadn’t sorted out my direction yet.

My body went rigid. Just as I was about to break down in tears, a faint cry for help echoed from the corner of the room. Edgar and I exchanged a look before frantically searching the room until we finally discovered a hidden chamber. Celeste, who had been bound and unconscious for a long time, had just woken up. I immediately scooped her up and ran for a doctor, leaving everything behind without a second glance. It turned out that in my previous life, I had died too soon. I never made it long enough for Celeste to regain consciousness.

Another day has passed, Dr. Smith was laying in bed in the room that was provided by the humanoid. Weeks have already passed, and everything felt so fast, from being on Earth and formulating the solution for the cure, to fighting the traitor and evil, being shot and having a near-death experience, and now, being in the humanoid world.