Seven Novels & Stories

The phone rings several times before a groggy female voice says, “Hello?” “Hello. This is Braxton Merriweather. I’m sorry to say there’s been an incident….”

she felt his hot breath tingling her lips. He then parted her wobbly legs with his own, secrtely enjoying her warmth. Seven fucking months had passed but his want for her had not lessened a bit, on the contrary, it had only gotten more intense. He had missed her presence in his life. Her positivity, her exuberance, her sweet flowery scent that brightened his life up. She was astonishing but in a positive way. She was a perfect mixture of so many qualities. Stubborn but docile too, strong but vulnerable too, perfect but flawed too. And he unapolegetically adored each one of her flaw. In his life of thirty one years, he had never met someone like her, so slefles

****** 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

“Gatita, you might want to calm down a bit. With the volume of your voice, the entire grid will know about this love triangle you've got yourself in.” “I am not in a love triangle!” she rebutted hotly. “Hmm. Here comes Leo now.” Sergio said, taking another bite of his croissant. Jules spun around, her jaw set. She watched as Leo waved left and right to people who shouted their greetings as he scooted past them. He, like his stick-thin girlfriend, had on a pair of sunglasses, and his braids were undone, leaving his curls out. Sergio waved him down with his left hand as he zoomed towards them.

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--- They met in the training field. Selene stood at the edge like she owned it—tall, striking, with skin like sun-warmed bronze and long obsidian hair that whipped behind her like a weapon. Her wolf eyes glowed pale blue. She was Luna’s mirror in every way—only colder. Sharper. Crueler. Luna stepped forward slowly. “Selene…” “You still flinch when you say my name,” Selene said with a smirk. “How nostalgic.” Kael’s presence loomed beside Luna. “You’re not welcome here unless you state your purpose.”

Shemika “Let's go,” Dom mumbled and I immediately followed him into the house. The elevator dinged on the 7th floor, opening into a hallway that shimmered with bright lighting. “Wow!” I exclaimed softly as I looked around the floor, my hands trailing over the railing around the balcony. I hurried after Dom as he walked me towards the fifth door from the elevator. Just at the top of the room was the room number, 707. He helped me open the doors then he handed over the key card to me as well as the keys.

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

I trailed off. "Ask her to repeat the question," Hayden suggested, and I smacked my forehead, wondering why I hadn't thought of that. "Can you repeat that?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes. "What's number seventy-seven on the Periodic Table of Elements?" she asked, and I pursed my lips, instantly forgetting. Dammit.

The radio crackled from the speaker near the registers. I paid, thanked the cashier, and headed toward the exit, basket swinging against my hip. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown number. I hesitated, then answered. “Hello?” “Billie? Oh my god, it’s Mills!”A familiar voice came through. Mills, my colleague from Judy’s Fast Food. We hadn’t spoken in a while. “Mills? Wow. It’s been forever.” “Too long! You okay?”She asked. I shifted the bags to my other arm. “Yeah. I’m… fine.”