Seven Perfect Things Novels & Stories

"The Don and Alessia are already engaged. What does seven years of service matter? She still can't compete with Alessia. Stealing a ring, how pathetic..." Dante shoved me away without hesitation. I stumbled backward, tripped over my own suitcase, and crashed hard onto the gravel. Sharp stones cut through my palms and shredded what little dignity I had left. The suitcase zipper burst open, and a silver star pendant slid out. Small and cheap, it was the first gift he ever gave me. "Your eyes remind me of stars," he had said. For seven years, I had treasured it, keeping it hidden deep in the closet like something sacred.

My eyes were no longer cooperating, and even if I had my second cup of coffee before Stella left, I could feel my deprived body is begging for more sleep. Every part of my body seemed to be snoring already. I left my cellphone beside my laptop. I didn't want to be disturbed as I hibernate for a few hours. I couldn't do forty winks right now. I needed seven hours to be as good as new. As I crawl to my bed, I could only think of what will make me happy today. My bed and Blake. I closed my eyes and drifted to a deep sleep right away. --- 'Come, my little friends, as we all sing a happy little working song… Merry little voices clear and strong…'

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

I took nothing extra—just a few changes of clothes, my passport, and the documents Professor Clark had sent. My phone buzzed again. Evelyn had sent a photo—Damian was kneeling, tying her shoelaces in front of a luxury boutique on Fifth Avenue. The caption: [He said I will always be the woman he loves most. Selena, you should have never tried to compete.] I stared at the photo for a long time. Then, I sent a single reply. "Since you’re the one he loves, you can have him. I’m done." Sent. I placed the phone on the coffee table in the living room.

"You feeling okay?" I didn't answer. I just pulled a stack of photos from my purse. Slap. I threw them on the table. Photos of Matteo injecting patients. Photos of them screaming in pain. Photos of the dead "volunteers." Matteo glanced at the pictures. His expression didn't change. "So?" He cut his steak, perfectly calm. "What's your point?" His casual cruelty sent a chill down my spine. "You're not denying it?" "Why would I?" Matteo looked up, his eyes burning with a crazy light. "Viviana, immortality... that's the realm of gods. And we're about to breach it."

" I lied. I didn't tell him that in that moment under the chandelier, what I actually thought was, 'What a shame. I haven’t even had the chance to enjoy life yet.' Sure enough, Ethan’s head dropped, overcome with shame. Convinced he loved me, he drowned in regret for everything he had done. I soothed him gently, "The past was over, and we should part on good terms." Nevertheless, Ethan clung desperately to the idea of keeping me. He dragged his injured leg just to buy me my favorite chicken pot pie. However, my long-time habit of eating too fast left me with a painful ulcer in my mouth. He brought me a bright yellow designer purse in the shade I’d once adored. Now, just the sight of it sent

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

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.

****** 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

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.