Seven Days To Lose Me Novels & Stories

I swallowed hard. “How long do I have?” “At most… a week.” A week. My knees almost gave out. The doctor offered another apologetic look before leaving the room quietly. The moment the door closed, I sat back down heavily. A week. How was I supposed to find fifty thousand dollars in one week? Sell my blood? Sell my soul? I pressed my palms against my eyes, breathing shakily. Then…Buzz. My phone vibrated beside me. I frowned slightly. Unknown Number.

I smiled, and to the man who was once my husband for seven years, I offered a simple piece of advice. "Maybe you should just hire a housekeeper."

They never did. ————- Author’s Note Hey loves! 🖤 Welcome to Twenty Seven Days— I’m so excited you’re here for this one because this story has been living in my head for a long time and I think you’re going to feel every single word. A few things before we dive in: This book is a slow burn. Like, a real one. I know, I know — but I promise every chapter is building something and when it pays off, it’s going to HIT. Scarlett and Xavier are both incredibly guarded people and watching them crack each other open is the whole story.

I've been secretly dating Liam Burnett, my brother Julian Elling's childhood friend, for five years. On my 23rd birthday, Julian suddenly tells me, "Liam rented out an entire restaurant. He's proposing to the woman he's been seeing for five years. Bring your boyfriend along. We're going to help him pull off the perfect proposal!" Liam promised me that once I turned 23, we'd finally stop hiding our relationship and he'd propose to me. So I get dressed up and head to the restaurant, convinced this is finally the night I've been waiting for. But when I arrive, Liam is already down on one knee in front of another woman, sliding a ring onto her finger. Everyone erupts in cheers and starts urg

Seven days is not a long time. It is, in fact, an extremely specific amount of time in which a person can: - Transfer their entire physical therapy care to a clinic in a different neighbourhood - Tell only one person (Sophie), the real reason - Have seven entire Sophie phone calls about it - Delete the text thread with -A and then restore it - Restore the thread, screenshot it, save the screenshot in a folder labelled DO NOT OPEN AGAIN, and then open the folder eleven times

On the morning we were supposed to leave for our elopement trip to the stunning Calistia Mountains, my girlfriend, Jeanie Portman, was nowhere to be found. Worried something had happened to her, I drove to her family's house to look for her, only to find the whole neighborhood strung with wedding banners and streamers. A big outdoor reception was underway, the tables loaded with food. Jeanie stood there in a white gown, leaning into my foster brother's arms as she poured him a toast. Relatives showered the two of them with compliments, calling them a perfect match, while my father sat at the head table, grinning so wide he could barely close his mouth. I nearly lost it and started toward

Now, standing on the Millennium Bridge, I spread my arms and let the wind slip through my fingers. Sunlight warms my skin beneath the clear blue sky. I'm glad I chose myself. One bad chapter doesn't have to ruin the whole story. Sometimes, something better is waiting just around the corner. "Hi, I didn't get a chance to ask at the airport. What's your name?" I turn around. A familiar pair of beautiful blue eyes meets mine. "It's you." He's wearing a plaid shirt. He gives me a slight nod and a warm smile. "Julian Reed."

They were also hurt from before. I had a computer on my lap. It was small and fancy. I was typing on it quietly. There was a device next to me. It was silver and shiny. I had gotten it from Mark Thorne. I did not need to plug it into the computer. I already had the information I needed. I was trying to figure out some things. I was trying to see if I could find a connection between some shipping records and some medical records. This is Day One of Seven. I was counting down the days. I had seven days to do what I needed to do. Seven days to pretend to be someone I was not.

Ciara fell silent, but the anger on her face hadn't subsided. Paul took a deep breath before continuing in a colder voice. “Unless you can secure twenty-five million dollars within the next three days, don't even think I'll let you jeopardize Hart Company's future just to satisfy your grudge against Lyra!”

“You need to leave everything behind.” “My company?” “Yes.” “My friends?” “Yes.” “KC?” My father looked at him. “That depends on him.” KC’s expression hardened. “I’ll go wherever she goes.” My father’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t know what you’re promising.” “I do.” “You could lose everything.” KC didn’t hesitate. “I already know what it’s like to lose family.” He looked at me. “I won’t lose her.” My heart tightened. My father studied him for several seconds. Then he nodded.