Seven Days Until Novels & Stories

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

Damien simply could not understand her at all. “You like different person,” Damien finally said. Lyra looked at him for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. “People can change as things happen around them.” Damien fell silent. He did not know what to say. The sentence sounded simple, but for some reason, it made Damien feel uncomfortable. A few seconds later, Damien changed the subject. “Three days before the wedding, there will be a family dinner. Don’t fail to show up.” Lyra nodded. “I’ll come.”

Before Zoe Sanders leaves for a long-term research assignment based in a desert in the Southwest, she says to me, "Jared, life out there is rough. Family members aren't allowed to visit, and you need to take care of things back home. Wait for me for three years. I'll be back before you know it." Three years become six. Six years become seven. I spend seven whole years waiting for Zoe to come home, but she never does. We speak on the phone once every five days, and video call once a month. The only time I see her in person is during the handful of vacation days she manages to take each year. Even then, I never complain. I'm afraid if I do, I'll become a burden to her career. One day, I'm

“Don’t speak,” said the man in the dark. “Not one word. If you speak, I’ll lose you.” I couldn’t have spoken if I’d tried. Serena Lim is twenty-two, wolfless, and invisible in the house where her golden sister is the star. When Natalie begs her to stand in her place for one hour of the sacred Veil Night, Serena says yes, because nobody has ever asked her for anything before. In the dark, the Alpha of Mandai Ridge walks the line, stops in front of number seven, and says, There you are. He thinks he has found the Luna the elders promised him. He has actually found the girl who has loved him for eleven years, and who is not allowed to speak. By dawn the veil is off, the pack is howling,

My husband, Severo Falcone, is the Don who rules Sicara's criminal underworld. His days are filled with high-stakes negotiations and bloody turf wars. So, over the years, I've grown accustomed to his absence from our lives. On our wedding anniversary, he was negotiating by the docks. When our daughter, Lucia Falcone, attended her first family gathering, he was called away to deal with a territorial dispute. Even on Lucia's fifth birthday, all he offers is a promise over the phone. "Something's come up tonight. I'll make it up to her when I'm done." I think nothing of it. Then, half an hour later, Ylenia Bianchi sends me a photo. At a private clinic, Severo is sitting by her bed, persona

My wife, Camille Ashford, loved watching me get jealous. She said that every time I objected to another man getting too close to her, I proved how deeply I loved her. That was why she turned our wedding anniversary into the same game every year. Her closest male friend, Julian Cross, would take my place for several days, while their friends placed bets on how long I would tolerate it. The first year, Julian wore one of my tailored suits and posed for photographs beside Camille. I made him take it off in front of everyone. Camille followed me into the hall, kissed me, and smiled because my anger proved that I could not bear to lose her. The second year, she gave Julian our bedroom and sent me

I didn’t want to believe it but somehow, I have survived this long under this contract. Without the need to look at the calendar, I knew that I only had 7 days left. In other words, there’s only one week left including today until the contract expires and I regain my freedom. Whatever that means…

. … It’s Tuesday, 19 more days left and I’m not sure how I feel about leaving anymore. Of course, I want to have my own place and get on with my life but what happens with X? Will we still talk? Continue what we’ve started? Ugh, I have to stop this nonsense already. I check my phone and still nothing from X. He’s probably on the plane now. I go through the day constantly checking my phone like a teenage girl waiting to hear from her crush. He hasn’t reached out at all and it’s already 7 pm, I don’t know if he’s back yet or not but he should be by now. I’ve been sulking just thinking about how he’s probably already bored of me and getting what he needs from Adria again. It’ll be so

He cant even understand what he was saying right now as his genius words was now disordered to pieces. System 019 didn't dwell with it for too long as he dutifully answered his host instead, 'We still had 7 days left Host but we had 3 scenes left to complete, if you had completed this 3 scenes before 7 days, we will be forcefully ejected from this world by the Game system!' 7 days She still had 7 days left. She still had 3 scenes left. She be gone once she completed the task. She will leave the male lead who carried the same breathe as her childhood friend.

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?