Seven Days Bl Novels & Stories

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.

Susanna's face twisted with rage. She raised her hand, ready to strike dad, but he did not flinch. His voice, though pained, was steady as he continued, "Seven years ago, when Matthew heard you were leaving, he tried to make it to the airport to see you one last time. But fate had other plans—a drunk driver in a speeding truck left him no way to escape."

"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?

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

When our eyes met, her glare was full of malice. I closed my eyes, deciding that it was better than getting annoyed. Time ticked by. Suddenly, a video call from Skyler was connected. The screen was instantly cast onto a giant display. "Guys, the second test results are out."

Waves splashed her skirt as he turned and smiled, “Hold on tight, Mrs. Carter!” Seven years of love were just like a bubble. She pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Pick me up in seven days, as planned.] No sooner had she pressed send than a deafening bang echoed from downstairs.

This time, I did not cry as I stared at Brody’s face. All I felt was uncontrollable hate. How dare he? He had worked together with Rose and deceived me for two whole years! Whenever I cried because of his betrayal every seven days, was he pleased with himself? He plugged in the pen drive for me with great care. However, I did not move even after a long time had passed. Brody placed his hand over my wrist and said in a gentle, charming voice, “Don’t be scared. I’ll watch it with you.”

she announces. The words drop like a guillotine. Christopher beams. “It’s next Saturday.” Next. Saturday. I can’t breathe. That’s… one week. One week until he signs his life away. One week until she becomes his wife. One week until everything ends. I nod. Because I have to. But inside— I am fire and ice and drowning all at once. I have seven days. Seven days to find the truth. Seven days to stop this. Seven days to save him.

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.

This time, he only gave her a look of disgust, then turned and stormed out of the house. He sat in his car, massaging his throbbing temples. He couldn't calm down, no matter how hard he tried. Even he didn't understand where this suffocating irritation and panic were coming from. After a moment's hesitation, he sent Elena a message. "Stop messing around. Our wedding is happening as planned. You know I keep my word." But after sending the message, all he saw was a single gray tick. That had never happened before. Had Elena blocked him?