Seven Days To Lose Me Novels & Stories

I hit send before I could second guess myself. Then I turned off my phone completely. Seven days. That's all I had to figure out if I wanted love, power, or freedom. If I wanted Julian's intensity, Silas's control, or Vincent's patience. If I wanted to go back to what I knew or risk everything for what I didn't. Seven days to stop performing and start being honest. Seven days to figure out who Elena Chen actually was when she stopped trying to be what everyone else needed. I stood up and walked to my room. Changed into pajamas. Climbed into bed.

there were too many people involved and if I was also be honest with myself I needed to make sure that I kept everything in check and I did not make things even more complicated for myself or else I was going to lose out. I took a deep breath and decided to be as quiet as possible because there was nothing that this wasn't going to give to me except for the fact that I was going to lose my credibility in the society again. "I give you 7 days."

“You’re biting more than you can chew, Elyra. But get ready to have a taste of your own medicine. It’s going to be a really long ride.” I stared at the note, then read it again a third time. My chest felt tight. The living room suddenly seemed too quiet, and the ticking clock on the wall somehow sounded louder than usual. I stood there frozen in the middle of the room, the paper trembling slightly in my hand. Seven days. That was all I had left. Only seven days until the event. Seven days until everything I had spent months building either changed my life forever, or collapsed completely. I swallowed hard. Every confirmed order, every late night, everything I had worked for sat seven days aw

"Victor has Charity." Seven was across the room in a second, his arms wrapping around me. I didn't push him away this time. I collapsed into him, my forehead pressed against his chest, sobbing into the fabric of his shirt. The sexual tension that usually defined us was replaced by a desperate, jagged need for survival. "I'll kill him," Seven rasped, his hand gripping the back of my head. "I don't care about the art. I don't care about the career. I'll burn the whole world down to get her back."

“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

She rolled her eyes dramatically. “I am her best friend,” she said. “Maya can hide things from the whole world, but not from me. Anyway, I will be going now. The ball is in your court.” And just like that, she left. Sarah said six months. But right now… six months feels like forever. The rest of the day went by quickly. By the time I got home, I had the urge to call Maya, but I held myself back. Tomorrow is the final brand shoot.

He looked exhausted, as if he hadn't slept for days. I instinctively tried to shut the door. But he shoved his hand against it, knuckles straining. "Please don't close it. I just need to talk." My friends looked between us. "Mel, who's this?" "Nobody," I said through clenched teeth. I pushed harder, trying to force the door shut. He was stronger. The door wouldn't budge. "There's nothing left to say. Get off my property!" "I'm nobody?" He let out a broken laugh, eyes red. "Eight years, and I'm just some stranger now? Melissa, why did you leave without telling me? Do you know I quit my job at the firm just to track you down?"

“But you said before, if I changed my mind before the wedding, you’d agree.” He laughed softly, caressing her face. “That was only if you didn’t like me. Now that you have me in your heart, even if the world collapses, I will never let you go.” His directness made her ears burn. “Then I’ll take my medicine first.” Luckily, she had bought a few boxes. Lorenzo snatched the pills. “These work for seventy-two hours. You’re taking them anyway, so don’t waste their effect.” Anna’s face changed. “You’re going to—”

Those seven years shouldn't be the reason I keep letting myself get hurt. At least I managed to cut my losses after seven years. “Jordan. “You only get so many seven-year chapters in a lifetime. “I’m done spending another seven years on you.” His complexion turned ashen. I brushed past him. Out of nowhere, Jordan hugged me from behind, his voice choked with sobs. “Don’t go. “Don’t abandon me, Eve. “I can end things with Molly. “I can move out. “You can hit or yell at me. “I just want you to come back.”

On Valentine’s Day, I received a package with postage due. Inside the box was nothing but a rusted copper coin and a single sheet of paper. The handwriting was unmistakably my late wife’s. 'Hold this coin. Come at midnight. Pay one year of your life.' I assumed it was some kind of prank and casually tossed the coin onto the coffee table. But suddenly, the copper coin flipped over by itself. I didn’t know what came over me, but then, I clenched the coin in my hand and went back to the intersection where my wife had died. At exactly midnight, the coin burned hot against my palm. Then it started to shake. Through the heavy rain, the familiar white sedan appeared out of thin air. My wi