Ring Seven Days Novels & Stories

Listening to her smug, self-righteous words, James’s fists clenched tighter. Yes, he had figured it out too late. The shattered glass cut deeper into his hand, blood dripping steadily onto the floor. With trembling fingers, he traced a single number in his own blood on the broken mirror, “7”. Only seven days left.

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov Seven days. We'd given the Council one week to respond to our offer. Seven days to decide whether they'd rather shape the future of supernatural integration or continue fighting it and becoming increasingly irrelevant. Seven days of preparation. Seven days of coalition coordination. Seven days of pretending to Grace that everything was normal while tension stretched like wire through every conversation, every meal, every quiet moment. Grace, being Grace, knew something was happening anyway.

My throat burned and my body ached from the weight of everything I was pretending not to feel. "I will," I said quietly. “For now.” Amber didn’t smile this time. She just looked at me, really looked, and in her eyes, I saw it. The same fire. The same grief. The same rage. And the same plan. “We make it seven days,” she said. “And then we leave everything.” My heart beat once, louder than the music, louder than the voices of wolves praising a marriage I wanted no part of. But in seven days, exactly one week, it’ll all be over.

Seven days. It's been seven days since I've heard from Rowen. I knew I wouldn't hear from him a lot because they're so busy on roadtrips. But I didn't expect radio silence. I down the last of my vodka and cranberry and continue wallowing in self pity.

He informed me that my father had been transferred to an overseas branch and would be leaving in three days, with my mother accompanying him. Rory hovered in the doorway, his face obscured by the shadows. "If you hadn't married me, you'd be a fallen lady by now. I told you, my wedding with Sienna is just a formality, to make up for past regrets. Your position in this house won't be shaken." I remained silent. If I hadn't fallen for him, I would have married into another powerful family instead of suffering in this situation. He pulled out a diamond ring from his pocket and threw it onto the vanity.

At a critical moment, Damien said in a faltering voice, “Please... let me be with Ciara. I love her, Lyra.” When God gave her a second chance, Lyra chose to turn away. No longer chasing Damien's love, she exchanged her marriage and chose Leonel Hastring as her husband. However, after losing Lyra, Damien instead realized that he had been misunderstanding his feelings all along. Unfortunately, Lyra had become another man's wife. Then, how could Damien win back Lyra's attention when the woman who had once always waited for him no longer wanted to look back at him?

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

That alone made them ten thousand times more considerate than Kade had ever been. "And, for the ritual to work," the voice continued, "you need to arrive in the South within seven days." Seven days. I carved the number into my mind. Seven days. A countdown to a new life, or a different kind of end. I looked around my room, and realized there was truly nothing left here worth staying for. The path ahead was uncertain, but this time, it was mine to choose.

ALANNA Wrapping my arms around myself, I gaze down below from the open window of my room. Today seems to be colder than usual; not that I'm complaining. Seven days. There are only seven days left for the bonding ceremony to take place. Strangely enough, Zeron hasn't been avoiding me like he usually does. We don't say much, we only spend time with each other in the garden, in his favorite private spot, in his room and in the library. Yet, neither of us have the courage to talk about our kiss. There's this undeniable tension between us. I can feel it and I know he can feel it too.

They seemed to know that I was deep in thought and when worried. “How many rings am I getting? Three?” I asked, thinking of how possible it would be to have three rings on my fingers. Wouldn't it be too much? Or would I have to wear them on three of my fingers? Or take turns wearing them? As there are 7 days in a week, I will wear each one twice a week and stay without, on Sunday. “Anyone you wish.” Miles wrapped his hand around my neck and placed a kiss on my right cheek. “Should you want a hundred, we will get it for you. Just say the word.”