Seven Days Bl Novels & Stories

The hours dragged by. Nobody truly slept. Mom spent the night checking windows. Evana guarded the front door. Weapons remained within reach, as if any of them would matter if the rogues found us. I sat beneath my blanket listening to every creak of the building, every distant sound, every beat of my own heart. Thinking about Adrian. Thinking about Lucian. Thinking about the black wolf. And most of all, thinking about the message. Seven days. The words haunted me. Seven days until what?

“Day 7. We start proving it.” “Okay,” Adrian said. _Silence. 11:17 PM._ _Beep. Beep. Beep._ My watch. 76 BPM. Not fear. Not yet. Just us. Day 7 done

And one of those seven days I decided this looking at the calendar, with Saoirse in the chair beside me and the river going about its business outside the window one of those seven days was not going to be for the statement, or the succession, or the package. One of those seven days was going to be ours. I was going to give the machine six days. I was going to give her one. ── I told her the new date. I said: “Tuesday. Seven days. I surrender Tuesday.” She did not say anything for a moment. I watched her absorb the number the way I had watched her absorb every number I had given her the count, the nineteen, now the seven with the steady downward attention of a woman who had decided to look d

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.

And it hurts. [I'm sorry, Host. System rules dictate you must die a natural death in this world. You cannot detach early.] [Oh...] I was disappointed, but quickly accepted it. [It's fine. It's just five days. I can wait.] For the next three days, I couldn't keep any food down. I barely managed sips of water. My body withered rapidly, my skin turning a sickly, deathly pale. On the evening of the third day, Caleb finally realized something was wrong.

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

She went looking for a story. She found a curse. Kelsey Jones is a desperate reporter chasing an anonymous tip about a dead crypt in the Carpathian Mountains, and the moment she touches the ancient dagger inside it, she triggers something that hasn’t moved in a hundred years. Now she’s trapped in a gothic castle with the most dangerous creature in the hidden world, a Lycan King so cursed he kills to survive and shifts into a monster by night. He looks at her like he’s seen her before. Like he’s been waiting. Like she belongs to him. She has seven days before the curse becomes permanent. She has a glowing dagger that can end him. And she is slowly, terrifyingly, forgetting every reason she ha

"I've been the insane one for seven years. I'm finally sane now." I tossed the last memory into the fire. The flames ate everything. Just like they would soon eat our bond. Gavin stared blankly at the fire, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "You're just throwing a tantrum," he finally said. "After the merger ceremony tomorrow, everything will be fine." I just smiled and didn't argue. Back in my room, I started packing. One small suitcase was enough. There was nothing here worth keeping. On the bed lay a silver cashmere shawl.

wait why seven against one? I was about to go when I saw the familiar figure of the man. Blonde ... Blake? That damn gay? Just — wait ... How was he able to fight these seven? I was busy thinking and I just realized that the sounds of steel had stopped. I even blinked a few times because of what I saw. "H-How ..." I whispered after I saw seven men lying on the floor. I looked for Blake but I could no longer find him. No matter how much I feel I can no longer feel him.

"And two other Serpents. As protection." Kael's smile was sharp and cold. "Agreed." "And at the end of seven days, no matter what, we leave. No exceptions. No excuses." "You have my word." I pulled Jax close, breathing in his little boy scent, trying to steady myself. "One week." "One week," Kael agreed. But his smile widened, predatory and confident. "Seven days to win back my family. I only need three." He turned and walked out, leaving me standing there with our son and a photo album full of ghosts.