Seven Days Bl Novels & Stories

I replied without hesitation: [Quinn, let's break up. After sending it, I blocked her. I did not question her any further, nor did I accuse her hysterically. I simply ended this seven-year-long deception. When the plane took off, I turned and looked at the city lights outside the window. Where those lights glowed in the distance, there would never again be a way home for me.

After returning home, I went straight to the basement without uttering a single word. When the last bit of light above my head disappeared, all I could see was darkness. According to what I'd read, a person could only be driven to the brink of death after going seven days without food or water. Thus, I hoped they would lock me up for seven days. That way, I should be able to bypass the system and finally die. Every day, I relied on the voices outside to determine the time. By the sixth day, I was already so weak from hunger that I could barely move.

The sound of footsteps and clattering dishes drifted up from downstairs. Seven was already dressed, folding shirts into his suitcase. He looked back and caught me watching. “Morning, baby. Come on, quick shower—we’re leaving in thirty minutes.” I stretched, then dragged myself up. We packed together in silence, our movements efficient, practiced. Within an hour the room looked empty, as if we’d never been there at all. Downstairs, his family was waiting. There were hugs, prayers, and reminders. His mother’s voice was calm but firm: “Next weekend, Seven. Don’t forget to see her father.”

“I can’t lose you, Lila. You and the kids… you’re the only real thing I’ve ever had.” I kissed him softly. “Then trust me to stand beside you. We’re stronger together.” He nodded, pressing his forehead to mine. “Seven days,” he whispered. “We end this in seven days.” His phone lit up on the nightstand. We both froze. Unknown number. He reached for it, opening the message with me still wrapped around him. The screen glowed cruelly in the dark: **“She dies in seven days. Choose which one—your wife or your new daughter. Tick tock, Kane.”**

I have seven days before my bite can bury a King. Today, I pick which King bleeds first.

Outside the city moved through its Tuesday evening. Seven days.

“A new era is upon us. When his mate will die – and she will die – he’ll go mad with sorrow and…” “Surely, if that came to be, the protectors will intervene,” Aiden told him, eyes narrowed. “Says who?” Karen’s abductor retorted. “Don’t you know that they chose not to kill him when the seven days from hell occurred?” Aiden’s eyes bulged at that. He had sure heard the rumors that Blake had been the perpetrator of the seven days from hell. But he had dismissed them, believing he wouldn’t have been left alive by the protectors if he had been indeed behind the incident.

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

The night they arrived, he even posted something online to make it clear he thought I was copying him. In our seventh year, the gift was the divorce agreement. Seven years, and looking back, the distance between us had grown the entire time without me noticing. Two notifications came through on my phone. One was from Vera that read, “Sean, nine tomorrow morning. Do not forget.” The other was from Austin. “Last night of our seven-day romance. Vera says she wants to make it a night to remember.” My eyes stayed on the paintings for one last moment before I switched off the screen.

Steph presses the button that reads two and the doors close. As soon as the doors close I immediately let out a deep breath. “Oh man Steph, how am I going to survive the next 37 days here? I don’t fit in here at all. I’ve only met a few people and they already seem to hate me” I say leaning against the elevator wall. “They’re probably sitting there right now laughing at me.”