Scissor Seven Thirteen Novels & Stories

My hands shook as I opened the photo and zoomed in, bit by bit. The scar stretched across the back of his hand, vicious and unmistakable. I had kissed it countless times in the dark, tears streaming down my face, believing it was proof that Dante Castellano loved me. Now, it looked more like a knife plunging into my eyes. Seven years. His promise still echoed in my ears. The weight of that ten-carat ring box from last night still pressed against my palm.

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

With one smooth motion, he slid the tablet just out of reach of Poppy’s fingers. Poppy tilted her head. “Is that a map?” “Yes,” Sebastian answered. “A treasure map?” “No.” I smiled too brightly. “It’s a boring grown-up map.” Poppy didn’t believe me. Of course she didn’t. She was born from me and Sebastian, so suspicion came from both sides like a bad inheritance no one could refuse. “If it’s boring.” Poppy tapped the flashcard again. “Seven reminds me of the light.” I almost ignored it, because Poppy could connect the number seven to a light, chicken soup, the philosophy of marriage, and glitter shoes in one paragraph if given orange juice.

Pain shot through me as Christabel, our maid tried to remove the piece of glass stuck in my palm. Tears flowed down my cheek as I gasped for air. I placed my second palm on my face. The thought of something bad happening to Fabio ran across my mind. Knew it won't be easy and that I would suffer more in Lorenzo's hands. Not when Viola and the rest are angry at me.

She glanced at me, hesitated for a moment, then swiped to answer the call anyway. "Nina, where are you?" Rowan’s voice came through the line. "My hand hurts so badly. Could it be a lingering effect from when I fell during the accident? Will I still be able to compete in matches? Nina, can you come stay with me for a bit? I'm scared I might never be able to play again..." It was just a fall, yet he spoke as if he were on the brink of death.

I looked at the man that I had been in a relationship with for seven years and silently disapproved of his friends’ conversation. Jeremy seemed to read my thoughts. He pinched my cheek and said lovingly, “Let’s get married after I win this bet.” Right outside the door, something dropped and hit the ground with a thud. It was Bailey Scott. Her face was pale as she turned around and ran away. Jeremy, who had been so gentle to me just a moment ago, chased after Bailey. His fingernail brushed my cheek and left a small cut. Everyone looked at me, Jeremy’s official girlfriend, with mockery.

His eyes turned black coal and mysterious in this dim light. Suddenly, I felt something strange, something intimate about this stranger, something I couldn’t pinpoint. I looked deep into his eyes and held on tightly to him. And at that point, I reached my third orgasm, and my scream was absorbed into his kiss. Xavier reached his peak and exploded into me. We were just two desperate bodies that were forged into one.

" Louise slapped me hard across the face, her entire body shaking with rage. She lunged at me, clawing at my gown. When she couldn't rip it off, she became even more enraged. She grabbed the scissors at the side and slashed at the gown. I fought to push her off, and our intense fight drew the attention of the people outside. "Claire?" Zachary's voice made Louise whip her head around. By the time she turned back, the sharp blades of the scissors had already stabbed me in the abdomen. Louise shrieked in fear and dropped the scissors, her hands trembling uncontrollably. The curtain was ripped open, and Zachary struck Louise, sending her sprawling onto the floor. He crouched on the floor and pre

Chase sneered and raised his sword to attack once more. Shepard roared in anger and charged forward to meet the strike. In just three moves, Chase's sword aura completely overpowered Shepard. He was forced to retreat, unable to mount any resistance. Though Shepard's strength was considerable, far beyond that of an ordinary seventh-tier martial artist, he was facing Chase. Under these circumstances, he could only struggle to hold on. There was no hope of fighting back. Suddenly, Chase's sword aura surged, transforming into a rain of sword aura that descended upon Shepard. Despite his frantic defense, his chest was still slashed, and his clothes were torn apart by the sharp energy.

Perfectly. But, like everyone else in the room, he had a job. He picked the butcher’s knife from the blood-stained work table. And with one swift motion, Scorch’s face that initially wore pity became expressionless. His hands went above his head. Letting it gather momentum. Then the hand came down, hard. Making an impact on Wale’s thigh. It sank deep into his flesh. Wale grunted in pain. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Seven recoiled and screamed.