Seven In One Blow Novels & Stories

Seven laughed maniacally as he charged at Frederick, seemingly ready to go down together with him. Frederick floated in the sky, calmly watching him. Splash! A drop of water landed on Seven’s head. Three’s movement suddenly stopped. That drop of water had turned into the sharpest weapon on earth, piercing right through Seven’s entire body. The droplets began to fall faster, and a hysterical scream echoed in the darkness. Three finally broke down under the overwhelming pressure. He howled like a madman, but went silent the next moment. Frederick had snapped his neck.

The moment Finnley spotted Felix, he stood up and reprimanded him loudly. As the younger generation, any disrespect from Finney might be forgiven, but Dominic had to maintain composure, especially now. A gentle breeze swept through, and the security guards stumbled backward several steps. Only then did everyone notice the elderly man standing two steps behind Felix—Seven, the head of Flair, founded by Averill. Without even lifting a finger, Seven had repelled the guards, showcasing an immense power that left the crowd in stunned silence.

For the national championship final, I took time off work and flew halfway across the country to surprise my boyfriend. I'd barely settled into my seat when the girl beside me started gushing to her friend. "See his tie? I picked it out for him last night. Good taste, right? He even said I was the inspiration behind his entire Human Emotion Thesis for this tournament." Her friend gave her a knowing smile. "You actually landed Lucien Grant, the debate star. You should be thrilled." I froze. My boyfriend's name was Lucien Grant too. And the Human Emotion Thesis she claimed to have inspired? It had been born from seven years of pillow talk between Lucien and me.

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

After being locked in the basement for a day as punishment, he was sent for psychological treatment. During that time, Alan and Margot found out that Henry had been selling my private photos for money. He then used that money to buy favors from his classmates. It was no wonder he had managed to win over the classmates I had known for three years so quickly. It had all been bought. The day before the SAT, after attending the pre-exam rally, I found Alan, Margot, and Leon waiting outside my apartment. They smiled at me, as if doing so could erase everything that had happened.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

"If you want me to take it off, just say it. Why did you have to do this?" I looked down and kicked her with the tip of my shoe. "You're wearing my wedding dress without my permission, and you have the nerve to talk back?" She dropped her head and started to sob. Footsteps echoed as Rory stormed into the room, shoving me aside and pulling Sienna into his arms. I stumbled, instinctively reaching out to steady myself on the nearby vanity.

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

Her thumb was hovering over the trigger. "Let her go, Arthur!" Seven’s voice was high and thin. "I’ll blow the manifold! I’ll drown us all in this serum!" Arthur didn't even turn around. "You’ve always been a mediocre asset, Seven. You think a thermal charge can damage the Root? This room is shielded against nuclear force. But please, press the button. I’d love to see if you have the courage to die for a woman who was never your friend." Seven’s hands trembled. She looked at Maya, then at the pulsating walls. Her thumb slipped.

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro