Seven Days To Lose Me Novels & Stories

“No.” I stepped off again, checked the scale and stepped onto it for a third time. 221 pounds. I stared at the number as though it had personally betrayed everything I believed about my body. I had lost 55 pounds. In two weeks. My hand flew over my mouth as tears filled my eyes. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to laugh or cry. “Zane!” He appeared at the bedroom door almost immediately. “What happened?” I pointed at the scale. He looked down and his expression changed.

Marty Greene, a newly hired assistant, publicly humiliates me by calling me a worthless nobody who hangs around Audrey Melton. As my girlfriend and an award-winning actress who loves me more than life itself, Audrey promises to stand up for me. She devises a seven-day plan to build Marty up before bringing him crashing down. On the first day, she replaces me with Marty as her personal assistant, claiming she wants him to understand how hard I work. On the third day, she gives him a luxury car and a mansion, supposedly to make him lose himself in vanity. On the fifth day, she bakes him a birthday cake on a live reality show. She insists it's a crucial part of her plan and begs me to be pa

My wedding to my fiancée, Helen Howell, was only a week away. I finished my business trip a day early and decided to surprise her. The moment I opened the door to our new place, I heard the shower running. A second later, Helen's longtime best friend, Martin Miller, walked out shirtless with my bath towel wrapped around his waist. Helen poked her head out of the bedroom and froze when she saw me. "Lawrence? I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow." I looked at Martin. "Why is he here?" "The water at Martin's place got shut off, so he came over to shower." Helen said it like there was nothing unusual about it. My eyes dropped to the towel around his waist. "And he's using my

I just want to lock myself up in a dark room and cry for a whole decade. I can't go to work right now. I messed my make up, now mascara is allover my face and there's dirt allover my knees and skirt. "Let's get you cleaned up," says Seven. Yea. Coz I badly need a shower. 🚿🚿🚿🚿🚿🚿 I never knew video games were this fun! But I've been playing with Seven for the past two hours and honestly, I'm getting better with each round and he's getting poorer. I beat him in the previous game we just played.

His eyes suddenly flared red as he said tremblingly: "Sophia, are you refusing to come because you can still feel the mate bond between us?" In my moment of silence, hope ignited in his eyes. I shook my head: "Adrian and I are going overseas for the winter solstice. No time to attend your ceremony. Sorry." Sincere apology seemed to be the final straw, crushing his dignity. He stood there like a withered leaf in the wind, ready to be blown away at any moment. His once-noble Alpha presence had vanished completely. "Sophia, won't you wait for me anymore?" I looked at him, speaking word by word:

“You sure about this?” “No,” I said. “But we've been planning this for years, we have to be.” He didn’t argue. He just tapped a few buttons on the control panel. And I could already feel a shift. Somewhere, probably in a skyscraper suite, Kai Deveraux’s world was about to turn messy. I exhaled, sharp and slow. Seven days. Seven days to bring down two empires. Seven days to prove I wasn’t afraid to stand alone. Or fight dirty.

His knowledge that I'd already made up my mind. Seven days. Three lives hanging in the balance. And me planning to walk straight into Draven's trap. What could possibly go wrong?

Looked up. Didn't recognize the girl in the mirror. Hair? Wrecked. Skin? Dull. Eyes? Puffy and red. I didn't look like this this morning. Guess you really can lose yourself for love. I'd loved Jacob for years. With the wedding coming up, I thought we'd finally made it. Didn't see it was already falling apart. I took a deep breath, tried to shut down the spiral, and grabbed my phone. [Short one groom for this wedding. Anyone want the job?]

I stared blankly at the chat history on the tablet. A tingling numbness crept over my scalp, and I couldn't help but tremble all over as I read the lines over and over again. I still couldn't believe it was real. Yelena: "Fabe, I can't wait any longer. I want to be with you out in the open. I don't want to keep sneaking around like this." Fabian: "Darling, just give me a little more time. As long as she takes the medicine for a few months, she'll start to lose her memories from the past seven years. I'll coax her into divorcing me then."

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.