Seven Days Bl の小説・ストーリー

Both of them sported slacks with button up shirts and Seven wore a suit jacket. "It's great." Seven replied blandly with one hand in his pocket, his glass to his pink lips. "You don't sound great. What's eating you?" "Nothing." He shook his head. "I think you're lying. Don't lie to me. We're best friends." He gives his best friend a straight face. "Don't give me that face." Seven frowns. "I want you to know that I'm being serious. C'mon, tell me what's wrong?"

Was she rejecting his money? "That's my offer!" he declared,"You will be my wife for seven day." his eyes stared, "take it or leave!" The words slammed into Tatiana’s chest. Seven days. Just Seven Days. This was a countdown, not a total freedom. She thought of her uncle, of the prison she called home. No matter how imperfect the deal, she couldn’t return there. Tatiana's lips trembled before she forced them into a steady line. “ I accept.”

He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly he could have crushed me. "How could I bear to make you my mistress? And there's no way I'd break up with you! Just seven days, that's all. Once the contract is signed, it'll be over. Cara, you've always been so good to me, so patient. Can't you hold on just a little longer? For us?" By logic, I had waited seven years. What were seven more days? But I did not want to wait anymore. I smiled. Gently, sweetly, exactly the way he liked. "I understand."

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

“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?

I felt a strange chill envelop me at this moment. "What's wrong, Seven? We were supposed to have dinner. What happened here?" I asked, reaching out to turn off the tap that was running. It didn't stop me from noticing how fast Seven frowned. I have never seen him frown before. He always smiled. At least, for me. "Are you deaf? I said, take off your clothes!" he roared. I flinched. What's going on? Why is Seven acting strange? Tonight of all nights!