Seven Days Bl Novels & Stories

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.”

Leo chimed in from across the table, mimicking Clara’s dramatic tone as she complained loudly to a waiter about a floral arrangement being moved three centimeters. The light exchange broke the suffocating weight in my chest, but the comfort didn't last. Across the linen tablecloth, Dominic was watching us. His face was still white from exhaustion, his expensive designer watch conspicuously missing, but a cold, calculated glint had returned to his eyes. He rose from his chair, completely ignoring Clara's chatter, and walked straight over to our side of the table. He pulled out a small, faded yellow slip of paper—a banking receipt from a New York foreclosure branch dated exactly seven years ag

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?"

Despite his exhaustion, Zion pressed on as he was convinced that Chase would eventually falter. "Seventh Form!" he roared, unleashing a blade strike that seemed to split the heavens and earth. Yet even as the towering blade descended, Chase remained unmoved. With hands clasped behind his back, he stood still and made no effort to dodge or block the attack. An arm fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere. Zion's eyes widened in utter disbelief as he stared at the scene. His most powerful strike had severed an arm, but it was not Chase's.

Back then, all I could think of was Zachary's gentle expression, so I nodded and replied, "Maybe not all men are worth it, but Zachary is." … Dr. Lane remained quiet on the call for a while before he asked me hesitantly, "Are you sure your boyfriend won't mind?" Smiling as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, I replied, "I won't have a boyfriend anymore." Without asking any further, he sent me the document detailing my acceptance into the medical relief program. "Ms. Claire Stewart, welcome to the Sauvaine medical relief team. Your team will be departing in three days." After closing the email, I entered my social media account and posted a short update.

The taunts from his new pet started two months ago. Videos of them tangled together, of Clarence’s obsession with her young body… the cruel truth was shoved in my face. I never let on that I knew. I just quietly prepared, setting a deadline for my departure: seven days. In an abandoned church outside New York City, the only light came from the moon filtering through stained-glass windows, casting shattered rainbows on the floor. I pushed a leather satchel heavy with gold toward the hooded witch.

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.

For the national championship final, I took time off work and flew halfway across the country to surprise my boyfriend. I'd barely settled into my seat when the girl beside me started gushing to her friend. "See his tie? I picked it out for him last night. Good taste, right? He even said I was the inspiration behind his entire Human Emotion Thesis for this tournament." Her friend gave her a knowing smile. "You actually landed Lucien Grant, the debate star. You should be thrilled." I froze. My boyfriend's name was Lucien Grant too. And the Human Emotion Thesis she claimed to have inspired? It had been born from seven years of pillow talk between Lucien and me.