Seven Novels & Stories

"I'm just trying to get to know you." "Thanks, Zach. I feel better now," Riley said as she tried shaking Zach off of her. "I'm just trying to help. There's no need for you to feel uncomfortable." Zach was handsome. He had short hair, tapered on the sides, and was longer on top. He had muscles, and they popped with the tighter fits he wore. But he wasn't her mate. He would make another she wolf happy. However, at this very moment, he was making her very uncomfortable with his advances. She made her feelings known down her bond. Hopefully, Eli would pick up on it before it was too late.

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

“Chocolate ice cream is disgusting.” I smiled. “You don’t have to argue; you can get chocolate, and they go with vanilla, okay?” “But we have to match; I don’t want to be different.” She hung her head. “How about you match with me?” I raised her head. “We can both get chocolate, and they go with what they want, is that fine?” She smiled. “Very fine.” She turned to her sister and rolled her eyes. “I think we should head out now before it gets late; it’s hours of drive from here,” Sebastian informed. We all picked up the remaining bags and headed out.

Lush’s POV A small white label on the top bore my name in simple, block letters: *LUSH*. There was no return address, no shipping barcode, and no postage stamp. It had been hand-delivered, bypassed the outer security checkpoints, and deposited straight into the heart of Alexander’s sanctuary.

Turning back to face me, “No good?” He shook his head, “I’ll sleep on the couch.” He sighed, “I’ll be fine. I was a boyscout.” Triston pressed his eyes closed. “Let’s get ready for dinner.”

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

I interrupt, eyes wide, looking at Sam, who stays silent. “What’s the problem, Estela?” Sam asks calmly. “Repeat what you said, Mark,” I demand, surprised. “I said… how about we do this now?” he repeats, pointing to a card in the game with a sliced ham image. “I’m hungry, sorry,” Mark adds, shrugging. This time I swallow hard—the imminent full moon is affecting me more than ever.

With one smooth motion, he slid the tablet just out of reach of Poppy’s fingers. Poppy tilted her head. “Is that a map?” “Yes,” Sebastian answered. “A treasure map?” “No.” I smiled too brightly. “It’s a boring grown-up map.” Poppy didn’t believe me. Of course she didn’t. She was born from me and Sebastian, so suspicion came from both sides like a bad inheritance no one could refuse. “If it’s boring.” Poppy tapped the flashcard again. “Seven reminds me of the light.” I almost ignored it, because Poppy could connect the number seven to a light, chicken soup, the philosophy of marriage, and glitter shoes in one paragraph if given o

Hi my name is Jeffery. Up until last week I thought I was a real man. I'm Your average tough guy. I Stand 6'3 and weigh about 230. I Bench press 300pds. And have a weight lifters body. I was visiting my sister in San Fran last week and she had to work the night shift so i decided to take in the night life. I found a club on a back street and stepped in for a few beers. After my 4th beer something happened that changed my life forever.

Lily turned seven in September. She had opinions about it. Specific ones. About what seven meant. "Seven is a significant number," she said. At breakfast on her birthday morning. With the particular authority she brought to statements she had prepared in advance. "In mathematics," she said. "It's a prime number." "Yes," Damian said. "In nature," she said. "There are seven colors in a rainbow." "Yes," I said. "And in beetle documentation," she said. "Phase six has seven sub-sections."