Seven In One Blow Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the screen switched—it began flashing the scandalous dating histories of Fiona’s "inner circle." The ballroom erupted. Men were shouting, and several of Fiona’s friends were slapped across the face by their own boyfriends right there on the dance floor. "Explain this! Now!" "You’ve been playing me this whole time? You b*tch!" "It’s not me! That’s not me! Turn it off!" But it was too late. The damage was done. The crowd swarmed them, voices dripping with venom. "Birds of a feather really do flock together."

I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place. "Corey! Don’t go!" Deanna suddenly broke down, screaming after me. "Even if the Cunninghams collapse, I won’t let the Grahams walk away unscathed! I gave you seven years of my life. Even if I have to die, I’ll take a piece of your family down with me!" I stopped and slowly turned back, looking at her like she was nothing more than a clown putting on a show. "Deanna, do you really think you have that kind of power? You’re way out of your depth."

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?

*** Why do we have to play seven minutes in heaven? “S-sir…please, at least not at work…” H simply chuckled and continued pressing kisses on my neck, currently choosing to play this game with his phone timer instead of eating the food he ordered me to buy earlier. “Didn’t you remember the rule?” he whispered; his voice so close to my ear that it made me shiver as I settled on his lap with his hands on my hip and back. “I-I remember…” “Say it.” He commanded, nibbling on my skin which made me gasp.

Seven cuts in coldly. I instinctively touched my neck where the bruise had formed, I had almost forgotten about it. Compared to the pain from my pack, this was nothing. Damn it. I should have hidden it. I need to lie. Blaze glanced at me, more precisely, at my neck. He wasn’t sure of how to respond to the question. “I can’t feel her wolf too,” Seven's gaze on Blaze became colder as seconds went by. Blaze felt genuine fear from his soul, and I saw that he began to shiver under Seven’s gaze.

Once I bent forward, my face met Seven’s knees as her hands fell on my shoulder, pulling me into her knees. My consciousness wanted to leave me. Seven’s laugh echoed, “oh come on, I haven’t even shifted yet, newbie,” More laughter emanated in the field and then a collective gasp when Seven swung another punch to my face, knocking me to the side and onto the ground. “Seriously, get up.” Seven said. I pushed myself up, even though I wanted to crawl. When I was on my knees, Seven placed a hand on my hair and lifted me by holding onto my face.

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

"You all don't know this, but for seven years, she's clung to Dante as a maid, constantly trying to seduce him, delusional enough to think she could become the Donna!" "Being an orphan is one thing, but to have such a vicious heart, stealing and seducing. Shameless." The murmurs rose and fell as guests looked at me with increasing scorn. The live stream chat was flooded with insults. These people wanted nothing more than to reach through the screen and tear me apart. Dante stood to the side, his brow furrowed tighter, inexplicably irritated. He looked at my pale but defiant face and felt his throat tighten with an unwanted flicker of sympathy.

"Touchy... Think you're safe?" Dominic lunged forward, the sharp brass blade flashing in the morning light. Axel didn’t even blink. He caught Dominic's wrist mid-air, twisting it until the metal clattered to the floor, and in the same fluid movement, Axel pulled his licensed, sleek black pistol from his shoulder holster. Chairs scraped against the hardwood. Someone screamed, as a crystal glass shattered somewhere behind me. Axel's gaze never left Dominic’s trembling eyes. The anger radiating from him was almost blinding.

Rogers roared. He had three men back, but the remaining seven continued to charge Jate. Seven sharp daggers reach for the month throat at the same time. "Such an insolence!" Jate remark disdainfully while eating his steak. With that, his swiped at them with the knife in his hand. 'Shing!" With a flash of light, the seven hands fell to the ground. The seven killers who charged at Jate wailed in pain and back away at the same time. Jate had gotten rid of the seven enemies with just one move, but Flame had already taken the opportunity to attack.