Seven Days Bl Novels & Stories

The taunts from his new pet started two months ago. Videos of them tangled together, of Clarence’s obsession with her young body… the cruel truth was shoved in my face. I never let on that I knew. I just quietly prepared, setting a deadline for my departure: seven days. In an abandoned church outside New York City, the only light came from the moon filtering through stained-glass windows, casting shattered rainbows on the floor. I pushed a leather satchel heavy with gold toward the hooded witch.

The most luxurious mansion, the most expensive piano, and even lessons from the world's top masters. Instead, he'd pretended to be poor and even made his daughter perform in the park for money at such a young age. He regretted it. Now Micah had only one thought. He needed to find us as quickly as possible. He wanted a chance to make things right. Micah stood in the airport security room. The blue light from the electronic screens cast his bloodshot eyes in a sickly pallor. He stared fixedly at the surveillance footage from seven days ago, watching me lead Anna by her small hand as we walked slowly toward the boarding gate. Our steps were resolute, as if we had no attachment left to this plac

"Not about us. About them." Matthias looked at me. "Good," he said. We got in the car. Seven days.