Seven Days Bl Novels & Stories

My wedding to my fiancée, Helen Howell, was only a week away. I finished my business trip a day early and decided to surprise her. The moment I opened the door to our new place, I heard the shower running. A second later, Helen's longtime best friend, Martin Miller, walked out shirtless with my bath towel wrapped around his waist. Helen poked her head out of the bedroom and froze when she saw me. "Lawrence? I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow." I looked at Martin. "Why is he here?" "The water at Martin's place got shut off, so he came over to shower." Helen said it like there was nothing unusual about it. My eyes dropped to the towel around his waist. "And he's using my

“Seven days.’’ He finally broke the silence. “W-what?’’ I looked up, hoping I might have misheard. “That is all you have. During those seven days I won't call or bother you, but you must bring me the desired news afterwards.’’ “You know I've been thinking…’’ I quickly said. “What is the guarantee that ending her will get you what you're looking for?’’ “If it doesn't, then we'll sort for other ways.’’ He shrugged, like the devil he was, evil and carefree. Unfortunately I wasn't that careless like he was. “Now that is exactly where my concern comes in. Meagan is also an asset to me, I can't let her waste if the results won't be fruitful.’’ “Well, we wouldn't know how fruitful it can get until

His knowledge that I'd already made up my mind. Seven days. Three lives hanging in the balance. And me planning to walk straight into Draven's trap. What could possibly go wrong?

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.”

My husband Matteo is the Don of the Moretti family, the kind of man who makes everyone bow their heads. Except when it comes to Chiara, his genius hacker of an adopted sister. She's the one person he can't control. At least, that's what he's always told me. One causes trouble, the other cleans it up. They've been doing it for five years. Until she tampered with my brake system. The car crashed. I nearly died. He didn't show up at the hospital the entire time I was in surgery. After it was over, he rushed in to explain: "Don't blame Chiara. She just thought it'd be fun. She wasn't really trying to kill you." "She knew I'd set you up with the best medical team. She was only trying to scare you

“I know.” Night settled again without mist and without sign. The watches reported clear ground through the early rotations. The camp rested under the stretched quiet. I lay down near the central fire with the light resting steady under my ribs and slept without testing it further. The seven days continued to run. The light had returned far enough for clean, limited work. The courts remained silent longer than before. And the mountain held through another watchful night, waiting for the moment the longer silence would finally break.

Next to that new frame empty: BOOK 4 FIRST SHIFT CERTIFICATE - SEVEN FIRST SHIFTS. My shoulder scar silver-ghost warm with seven growing breaths. Brown hair tied messy after seven years no full sleep. Eyes flash gray-gold white crown gold lace tired but clear. Seven awake eyes looking back at me, not babies now. Kids. Seven years old. Black titanium moonstone ring gold thread pulses slow, seven together, slow family hold growing.

As if on cue, the door was wrenched open from outside and Seven's somewhat disheveled figure appeared in the doorway. His shirt was untucked, and wrinkled hair stuck up at odd angles. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed after a rough night, but his eyes were alert and wary, scanning the interior rapidly for any signs of injury. Serena's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. Her gaze darted between Seven, looking utterly defeated with his shoulders slumped and brow furrowed in a kicked-puppy expression of someone who had failed spectacularly at protecting what mattered most, and Knox as if searching desperately for answers to this sudden chaos that had shattered their inti

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

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.