Seven In One Blow Novels & Stories

I immediately made a mad dash for the operating room, but Connor was still in surgery. Zachary walked up to me and questioned in a choked voice, "Is he the reason you won't forgive me?" The immense pressure I felt—and the sheer repulsion I had for Zachary—made me blow up at him. Whipping around, I struck him hard across the face. My eyes were red with rage as I screamed, "Why should I forgive you, Zachary? I gave you a total of seven chances over the years, but have you ever paid any attention to me?

The truth was revealed. Right after I finished, Bonnie suddenly grabbed his head and began to roll on the floor in agony. "My head hurts! My hands!" I watched, expressionless. I knew the system had made its move. Once the host's fraud was fully exposed and his mind began to collapse, that parasitic existence on him would trigger its punishment programming. It came to reclaim everything it had given. After a while, Bonnie stopped fighting. He lay on the stage with empty eyes, like a puppet whose strings had been cut and whose soul had been taken away.

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?

****** SPICE HIGH** Seven was seating at the rooftop alone,his headphones hanged around his neck,the song was playing silently. He suddenly checked the time and he stood up,,they are supposed to leave the school by 2pm and it's 2 already He started walking toward the entrance but then Theo came in and they both stopped walking on seeing each other,, Seven looked away first and made to pass his side but Theo spoke up "I hope you're enjoying the fame" He said and Seven stopped,,he faced him back

He smirked, leaning down to have his face just a few inches from mine. “Sir please, I am not playing any kind of game with—” “Game?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave as if I sparked an idea in his wicked mind. Chuckling, he took a few strands of my hair, twirling it in his fingers. “…do you know the game, seven minutes in heaven?” “Yes, I do, sir…” hearing that, he pulled away, only to hook me closer by pulling me by my waist. His big hand is feeling me directly under my white top. “Uhm…I don’t think it is appropriate for me to-”

Though before Blaze could ask any further questions, the organizer took his token from his hand and murmured, "Seven is a nice number. You are very lucky. Come, follow me." Blaze didn't want to follow him, but when his eyes fell on a second gunman, who was yet to discover him, Blaze obediently followed the priest and stood in line. One by one every groom was being called towards the aisle to say their 'I do's. Realizing that he still had his cell phone, Blaze took it out and was about to text Vyan when the priest called out, "Number seven." "You are number seven, dude. Go!" Blaze was pushed by the groom behind him.

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.