Seven Days Bl Novels & Stories

Later on, for some unknown reason, Seven got together with Richard of Black Corporation. Later on, in order to get Black Corporation through its financial crisis, he sent Seven to Gallia so that she could convince Francis to help the Black family through its crisis. Seven went to Gallia for a week. When she came back, it was Christmas, and it was on that night that she got into a car crash and passed away. When she died, no one else knew what she went through in the Fritzgerald family aside from Francis himself. Due to his mother’s death, Titus developed a deep hate for the Fritzgerald family, and that hate did not change even when he fell in love with Carol.

Leonel watched her for a moment before continuing, “As compensation, I will give you a house and some securities. After the divorce, they will all belong to you.” Lyra remained silent. She was not interested in the house or securities Leonel was offering. Even if Leonel wanted a divorce just a week after they got married, Lyra would surely agree. Even so, the divorce would certainly cause an uproar and make Grandma Delilah sad. Later ... after everything was over, she would explain why there had to be an exchange like this. “After one year,” Lyra finally asked, “I’ll be free?” The simple question made Leonel frown. He stared at Lyra for a little longer. “Is that what you want?”

I looked at him, speaking word by word: "Ethan, no one in this world waits forever for anyone. When you betrayed me, did you consider my feelings? After being deceived by you both for seven years, I should have left long ago." He shook his head: "No, Sophia, let me explain..." Just as he tried to approach, a slender arm reached from behind me, pulling me into familiar embrace. "Sorry, but my Sophia is limited edition—offer expired." Adrian's voice carried absolute Alpha dominance, preventing Ethan from advancing another step.

The ninety-ninth thing my adopted sister Isabella took from me was a grave in the sun. I had already paid the deposit, but the cemetery didn’t dare sell the plot to me. Because the Moretti family’s principessa wanted that plot for her dead dog. But I loved that spot. So I called my mother, the Donna of the Moretti family. Her voice cooled the moment I mentioned the grave： “Adriana, are you still pretending you have gastric cancer?” “Isabella just lost her dog. She’s suffered enough. Stop trying to take something else from her.” My father rejected my call. My brother, Luca, answered while helping Isabella choose the dog’s headstone. “Stop buying graves to frighten us. Why are you always so pe

I was hopeful that they'd snap out of their coma before the seventh day, because only them could reveal the identity of the people they had fought with. When the seventh day finally arrived, it was a depressing, suffocating and cold day. I stood on the balcony of my private chambers, watching the sun begin its slow, agonizing descent toward the western peaks. Seven days of silence from my best men. Seven days of a hollow, aching void where Sara’s presence should have been. My skin felt too tight for my body, my wolf pacing so violently within me that my bones felt ready to snap.

"Seven days. Then it's over. And I'm finally free of him." I watch him leave. Cormac Brennan. The brother who feels nothing. Perfect ally for genocide. Seven days until the assault. Seven days to finalize plans. Seven days until Callum Brennan and eighty-three wolves die screaming. I'm looking forward to it.

Seven took one of the water bottles and opened it, she drank the entire content before taking a muffin and eating, she took another and another and continued until she was full before drinking another bottle of water. Just as she was drinking the water Alexia sat up, she noticed that Alexia looked towards the entrance, "Miss Seven, how long again do you how, it has been two days already," she mumbled. "Two days, no wonder I am starving," Seven said from the chair after the chair with the things.

Seven cuts in coldly. I instinctively touched my neck where the bruise had formed, I had almost forgotten about it. Compared to the pain from my pack, this was nothing. Damn it. I should have hidden it. I need to lie. Blaze glanced at me, more precisely, at my neck. He wasn’t sure of how to respond to the question. “I can’t feel her wolf too,” Seven's gaze on Blaze became colder as seconds went by. Blaze felt genuine fear from his soul, and I saw that he began to shiver under Seven’s gaze.

When the man looked up, my heart didn't even skip a beat. It was Damian. He was a skeleton of a man. His suit was a tattered rag, caked in mud and dried blood. One of his eyes was clouded and scarred, and his face was a roadmap of trauma. The pride of the Moretti heir had been hollowed out; he looked like a beggar who had been living in the gutters. "Selena!" he cried, struggling against the guards. They let him go, and he collapsed at the base of the steps, crawling toward me.

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?