Ring Seven Days Novels & Stories

No ledgers. Elara sat by the window, sword on the table. Not on her hip. Darius set a cup down in front of her. “Day seven,” he said. Elara nodded. “Day seven.” Silence. The kind they hadn’t had in years. No ravens. No alarms. Darius sat across from her. “You said seven days. Then we talk about rest.” Elara picked up her cup. “I remember.” Darius took a breath. “So. One full turn of the sun without us holding it. It’s here.”

"Take a good look at it. I need you to tell me what's wrong." I stared at the ring in my palm and then at Seven. Still, I couldn't notice any difference in the ring. In the past, Seven never let me touch the ring. He wore it all year round. The only times he took it off was when he wanted to have his bath. And he kept it on the washstand always. The only times I got a closer look at it was whenever we were cuddling together during movie nights or going for a walk hand in hand. Nothing else.

Not just because Victor had broken his promise to me, but because the System's cold, robotic voice echoed in my head. [Ding. The five-year deadline has been reached. Target affection and familial bonds have not reached one hundred percent. Mission failed. Your inner wolf will completely decay, and you will die in seven days.] Seven days. The final countdown of my life had begun. Ten years ago, this System bound to me. It told me I had a rare condition called Inner Wolf Decay. The only way to survive was to get complete love or familial affection from one of four targets within a decade. Those four targets were my brother Caleb, my healer Julian, my childhood friend Victor, and my personal gu

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.

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

“Nessa, listen to me. Is Mira alive?” Riven’s lips trembled. “Yes.” The relief hit Althea so hard she almost folded. I did not let myself feel it fully. Alive meant reachable. Alive did not mean safe. “When does the ceremony start?” Riven’s throat worked. The girl’s voice broke on the answer. “Three nights. Not seven. Three.” Three. The number slid through the tower and cut every plan we had just made in half. Seven nights had been terrible. Three was a noose already tightening.

"Pack some stuffs. I want you to spend a week in here." Right, a week. A seven day vacation I wished would and could last longer. A week is quite a long vacation, actually, but spending it with you feels like a short period of time. Especially, if the plans I wanted to do with you will not fit for seven days. Or perhaps, I'm not really contented with the time you said. Perhaps, I want longer, like years. Perhaps, I just want you to stay beside me. Perhaps... I don't want you to leave after making a short vacation so euphoric. "Are you sure he's here?" Daniel asked as he lowered his head a little, to see outside the window beside me. I looked over my right side as well.

I lay in bed, and my tears slid onto my pillow. Of course, I did not really want to die. He would not do anything to me because of the money. I just wanted to see how much humanity he had left. He was stunned. After a long period of silence, he said, “I won’t let Rose hurt you anymore. It’s going to be Monday the day after tomorrow. Let’s start over again when the time comes. Go to sleep.” Start over again? Did he really think that I would still believe his lies at this point?

He shook his head, as if trying to dispel all the bad thoughts that had begun to plague him before he asked, "Do you love him?" "Do I love Matt?" she repeated the question. Clayton nodded, keeping his gaze in his lap. "Yeah, I guess I do. In some capacity at least. But it's different," she tried to explain. Clayton sighed and buried his face in his hands. "I love you more," she whispered, hoping that might do something to heal his wounded heart. "We just need to get through the next 7 days," he repeated, rubbing his eyes. "7 days... Just one week," he said again, as if trying to convince himself. Camden reached out a tentative hand, placing it gently on his shoulder, worried he might pull aw