Seven Days Until Novels & Stories

Seven took one of the water bottles and opened it, she drank the entire content before taking a muffin and eating, she took another and another and continued until she was full before drinking another bottle of water. Just as she was drinking the water Alexia sat up, she noticed that Alexia looked towards the entrance, "Miss Seven, how long again do you how, it has been two days already," she mumbled. "Two days, no wonder I am starving," Seven said from the chair after the chair with the things.

“Seven days.’’ He finally broke the silence. “W-what?’’ I looked up, hoping I might have misheard. “That is all you have. During those seven days I won't call or bother you, but you must bring me the desired news afterwards.’’ “You know I've been thinking…’’ I quickly said. “What is the guarantee that ending her will get you what you're looking for?’’ “If it doesn't, then we'll sort for other ways.’’ He shrugged, like the devil he was, evil and carefree. Unfortunately I wasn't that careless like he was. “Now that is exactly where my concern comes in. Meagan is also an asset to me, I can't let her waste if the results won't be fruitful.’’ “Well, we wouldn't know how fruitful it can get until

his hand move to stroke a stray strand of my hair, “and every night after that.” I think of the papers stacked on my mother’s table, my father staring blankly at the TV, Ethan’s shallow breathing, the men who came to our door last month, smiling like predators who know you have no options and I wonder how much longer I can pretend any of this will fix itself. “Seven days, love.” He steps closer, lifting my chin until our lips are inches apart. “That’s how long I’m willing to wait. After that, this opportunity disappears like it was never real.”

“I have to. This isn’t just about the company anymore. This is personal. Williams thought taking me down would break me. I want to show him I don’t need to play dirty ,I just need to play smart.” Rue looked at me for a long moment. “You really think the Big Seven will come?” “They’ll come. I know what they like. And if they see each other coming, no one will want to be left out. That’s the magic.” “Smart,” he said again, clearly impressed. “So when are we doing this?” “Two weeks from now,” I said. “It gives me enough time to finalize sponsors and start teasing it online.” Rue nodded slowly. “I’ll call in every favor I’ve got.”

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.

That alone made them ten thousand times more considerate than Kade had ever been. "And, for the ritual to work," the voice continued, "you need to arrive in the South within seven days." Seven days. I carved the number into my mind. Seven days. A countdown to a new life, or a different kind of end. I looked around my room, and realized there was truly nothing left here worth staying for. The path ahead was uncertain, but this time, it was mine to choose.

The opening sealed shut behind them both. Silence swallowed the facility whole. Then every screen flared to life one last time, displaying a single final message: DAY SEVEN HAS BEGUN. THE ORIGINAL IS COMING. AND IT KNOWS HER NAME.

“It will hurt at first. For both of us. But over time, it will fade enough for you to keep living your life.” Her fingers tightened around the sheet. “And if I don’t?” He held her gaze. “Then you can give me seven days.” Harmony blinked. “Seven days?” “Seven days with me. Not because of the bond. Not because of one night in New York or thirty days of dreams. Seven days in your real life. Morning, evening, ordinary things. You decide if you want me to stay and keep building what we started.” His voice lowered. “Or if you want me to leave forever.”

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.

“Until we prove ‘just us’ isn’t 3 weeks. It’s always.” _Thump._ “Always,” Adrian said. _Beep. Beep. Beep._ Midnight. My watch. April 27th. Day 22. Not 3 AM. Not fear. Just us.