Seven Days Until Novels & Stories

He did not trust me after seven years together. The clock on the wall struck three. It was the last day of my bet with Bailey. It was also the date that Jeremy had planned to propose to me.

"Tomorrow morning." "For the entire seven days?" "If the negotiations finish sooner, I return sooner." That was not an answer he could promise. Seven days should not have felt significant. We had spent most of our lives belonging to different packs, standing beside different people, and knowing nothing about the shape of each other's mornings. Now, one week stretched across the tablet like another border neither of us wanted to cross.

I plugged in my phone and checked the countdown. 79 DAYS LEFT Seventy-nine was still a lot. Plenty of time for karaoke, swimming holes, bad movies, and whatever else I could talk Jay into. Tomorrow was karaoke. I couldn't wait.

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

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

Someone at our college reunion suggested a game of Yes or No. By the time it was Luca Moretti’s turn, we were all a few drinks in. Even the men stationed outside the private dining room had relaxed a little. For one evening, everyone seemed willing to forget that the quiet boy from our finance lectures now ran the Moretti crime family. Chloe Russo glanced at me, something bright and knowing in her eyes, and dropped a handful of screenshots into the reunion group chat. They were from my private account. Seven years of loving Luca in secret, carefully preserved in 1,832 posts. “Elena says you’ve been together for seven years.” She tipped her head toward him. “Yes or no?” I looked at him before

A man stood outside a bakery, reading a newspaper while a woman beside him argued with someone over the phone. Everything looked normal. Nobody knew. Nobody knew that in a few days, the lights would go out. Nobody knew that the city they were walking through so casually would soon become a completely different place. But I knew. And I intended to be ready. I pulled out my phone and checked the date. My heart tightened slightly. Six days. Only six days until everything changed. My phone suddenly vibrated in my hand. I looked at the screen. Nathan. Again. I stared at his name for a few seconds before declining the call.

I am a Servant of Death, sent to the werewolf realm by the Dark Goddess of the Underworld. She gave me a single rule. Every year during the pack's Dark Moon Festival, I must receive a water lantern carrying a genuine blessing. The first year, my future Alpha mate, my brother, and my childhood best friend all wrote my name on their lanterns. The second year, my childhood friend Julian said my adopted sister, Chloe, was too weak, so he wanted to pray for her just this once. The third year, even my brother, Ryker, who swore to protect me forever, gave his lantern to Chloe. Only my fated mate, Declan, left one for me. This was the fourth year. I couldn't sleep at all, so I finally told them

RAYNA I stared at the red warning on my phone, reading the words again and again until the meaning finally settled inside my head. Seven days until the temperature collapsed, seven days until the power grid failed and the roads disappeared beneath ice, seven days until the world I remembered from my previous life returned.

“He mentioned that you're interested in purchasing supplies in bulk." "That's correct. I want to place another order." He pointed at a chair. "Please, have a seat. What are you looking for?" I took out my shopping list and placed it in front of him, the smile on his face died slowly. “That's quite an order." "Can you supply everything?" "Most of it, but some specialized equipment may take longer to acquire." "How long?" "Depending on the items, anywhere from three days to two weeks." Two weeks? By then, the world would be frozen. "I need everything delivered within the next twelve hours."