Seven In One Blow Novels & Stories

He'd probably forgotten what today was. The fiery passion we shared at the beginning was reduced to cold distance. After being his girlfriend for seven years, I still hadn't heard him say he wanted to marry me. I wasn't stupid or blind to what was happening. When a man dragged things out for seven years, there must be something deeper. Lorenzo paused for a moment, then spoke with a hint of impatience. "I've told you. When the company goes public, I'll marry you. Don't keep bringing this up."

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.

"Who knows how far she's gone with him? I mean, look at her. It's enough to make any man uncomfortable." My fingers tightened slightly around my wedding dress. Then, a warm pressure wrapped around my hand. Benjamin, who had been standing quietly beside me, stepped forward. Without warning, he grabbed the table in front of him and flipped it over hard. With a sharp crash, plates and utensils clanged to the floor, shattering into pieces. "From now on, anyone who dares to talk nonsense about my wife is making an enemy of me!" The noisy room fell silent. I lifted my eyes to his tall, steady back and felt a sense of security like never before.

"It is five minutes past six. The sun isn't even fully awake yet" "Sun is awake!" Leo insisted. He didn't just speak; he projected, his little three-year-old voice bouncing off the low plaster ceiling of the studio. To prove his point, he executed a clumsy, enthusiastic knee-drop right onto my midsection, completely knocking the remaining oxygen out of my lungs. "Maya took the blue block! Mama, fix it!" "Did not," a quiet, indignant voice drifted from the floorboards.

"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.

It had left me completely amused. On the walk back home, he carried me on his back, looking incredibly sullen. I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss right behind his ear. “Alright, look at me. I’m totally fine.” He had grumbled softly, “But my heart aches for you.” I swallowed the cooled broth, feeling a tiny shred of my strength return. Right then, they walked back into the room. “Sera, look at this! Valen took a photo of me and made my face look absolutely massive!” Chloe thrust her phone directly in front of my face.

3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall. As he stands in front of me, I shudder and gulp, I could feel cold sweats oozing from my skin pores, because the Stephen Brown in front of me now, isn’t the angelic cupid from before, he’s now like an angry mob who had his girlfriend stolen from him. He’s only cupid in front of Lisa, he’s a bouncer to everyone else! “Hey! You are the one who wants to steal Lisa from me. RIGHT?!” Stephen growls.

Rose shushed us as Russell came jogging on stage. “Hi.” He said. “I’m Russell Hamilton and I am the older brother of author Joey Hamilton.” “Oh no.” Alice whispered. “He’s still going this bit.” “Yes, that Joey Hamilton, who wrote The Emily Shade Mysteries. The massively successful series of mystery novels, beloved by children and adults. And I am proud of Joey, she’s my best friend and the non-romantic love of my life. But she published a New York Times number one bestseller novel when she was fourteen and it makes everything I do look a little pathetic.”

I never expected the once-proud Dylan to look so haggard in just over a month. Perhaps it was because of the car accident. “So quick to find a replacement, huh?” Dylan glanced at Ethan with a sneer. “Lydia has broken up with you. She’s my girlfriend now. Please don’t bother her again,” Ethan said, stepping between Dylan and me. “She’s been with me for seven years. Our matters have nothing to do with an outsider like you.” Dylan circled Ethan, then took out a diamond ring and handed it to me.

For seven years, I had been changing myself for him, only for everything to end up being my fault. Not long after, Harry updated his social media with a photo of himself and Emily. In the picture, they were embracing and kissing, looking like a loving couple married for seven years. Honestly, I found it somewhat amusing when I saw that post. Harry sent me warm, caring messages in the morning, but he was out with his beloved first love in the evening. He wanted to be a gentle, devoted husband while still being attached to his charming and beautiful first love. Catering to the emotional needs of two women in one day must be quite exhausting.