Seven David Fincher Novels & Stories

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife, Blair, the daughter of the city's richest man, straddled my lap, her kiss deep and intoxicating as she toyed with my lower lip. The same night, we just announced our pregnancy to the world. Just then, Blair's best friend, Chloe, asked in French, her tone suggestive: "Blair, you're absolutely glowing. But tell me honestly, how does it feel to get railed by another man while carrying a baby?" Blair let out a soft laugh, a familiar sound that sent a chill down my spine. She replied, also in French: "It feels absolutely incredible, Chloe. He's like a wild wolf. Just yesterday, he had his head buried between my thighs, using his mouth to bring me

"The Don and Alessia are already engaged. What does seven years of service matter? She still can't compete with Alessia. Stealing a ring, how pathetic..." Dante shoved me away without hesitation. I stumbled backward, tripped over my own suitcase, and crashed hard onto the gravel. Sharp stones cut through my palms and shredded what little dignity I had left. The suitcase zipper burst open, and a silver star pendant slid out. Small and cheap, it was the first gift he ever gave me. "Your eyes remind me of stars," he had said. For seven years, I had treasured it, keeping it hidden deep in the closet like something sacred.

Rose shushed us as Russell came jogging on stage. “Hi.” He said. “I’m Russell Hamilton and I am the older brother of author Joey Hamilton.” “Oh no.” Alice whispered. “He’s still going this bit.” “Yes, that Joey Hamilton, who wrote The Emily Shade Mysteries. The massively successful series of mystery novels, beloved by children and adults. And I am proud of Joey, she’s my best friend and the non-romantic love of my life. But she published a New York Times number one bestseller novel when she was fourteen and it makes everything I do look a little pathetic.”

A figure appeared high up in the air above South River City. It was Assassin Five, the assassin who had rushed to South River City from Capital City. Assassin Five sensed the area around him and mumbled. “Damn it. He isn’t here either. How did that brat know I was coming? Can he tell the future?” Assassin Five had come over from Chitara. When he heard the news of Chase’s location, he quickly came to South River City but still could not find Chase.

“But still, the drama is just perfect. Two guys, one beautiful doctor in the middle, morning atmosphere, hospital parking lot... it’s like a scene from a Korean drama.” I just looked at her lazily while continuing to eat. “You watch too many dramas, Dita.” “But... if I may guess,” Dita leaned in closer, lowering her voice again, “Dr. Julien looked like... he really cared. His expression when he saw you talking to the other guy was just, wow, he looked tense.”

My fiancé was the youngest Don of Sicily’s Rina family. After years together, he always told me, “No one gets to look at my woman. If a man stares at you for even a second too long, I’ll gouge his eyes out.” That was why he almost never brought me along when he handled family business. Until one day, I came across a rising couples influencer on YouTube. In the video, a girl stood on a cliff overlooking the Sicilian coast, holding a selfie stick as the sea breeze billowed through her white dress. Smiling, she turned the camera toward the man beside her, revealing only the sharp line of his jaw and the back of one hand. Then he lifted his left hand, and a ring flashed clearly on his finger. I

But my major interest was to get my double reward and maybe more as he said. The song bled into another, slower, filthier. I turned, hair swinging across my bare shoulders, and there it was—the circle he’d described. Seven men in the VIP pit, leather banquettes curved like a throne. No ropes, just an invisible wall of money. I recognized two faces from the kind of magazines that never made it to the stores I know. Silver at the temples, cufflinks catching the strobes, laughing low and careless. One of them lifted a glass in my direction, lazy approval. My pulse kicked.

"Helen bought it when you were eighteen. Now it’s time." I accepted it and thanked Richard. Jeffrey didn't show up the whole time. When I left the Chaney residence, I felt that someone behind me was looking at me. As soon as I looked back, there was no one there. "What's wrong?" Kash asked me. "Nothing." Jeffrey stood in the darkness, holding a picture. His eyes became wet. It was a photo of him with a girl when they were young. But that bright and arrogant Audrey, with him in her heart, could never come back.

His body weakened, his mind was crumbling, yet he believed it was the only thing that could ease his guilt toward me. Melody tried to approach him, but he drove her away every time with cold indifference. The woman he had once seen as gentle now appeared to him as nothing but deceitful. That was enough to fill him with disgust. - Meanwhile, I had completely left that world. The system sent me to an entirely new one. Here, I met a man named Colin Hoffman. Standing in the sunlight, his sharp facial features made him look like a painting come alive. He handed me a cup of hot cocoa, his fingers brushing the back of my hand, warmth seeping into my skin and making my heart skip a beat.

The kind that means he had already assessed everything about me before I crossed the threshold and was simply waiting to see if I would confirm what he already thought. He was younger than his reputation made him sound. Early thirties. Dark hair, jaw set, shoulders relaxed in the way that only people who are never genuinely threatened manage to be relaxed. I did not let myself be impressed. I walked to the chair across from his desk and sat down without being invited. One corner of his mouth moved. Not quite a smile. Sera Calloway, he said. You already know who I am, I said. I know your name.