Seven Up Novel Novels & Stories

Only a small reading light, that illuminated the spot above Nadia’s book as she sat in bed reading, broke the darkness of the bedroom. Nadia was focused on the novel in her left hand and the warm tea in the other. She’d been unable to sleep even after several drinks at the bar. Jake had been holed up in his own penthouse all day reading about demons and how to avoid them and the infamous story of the devil at the crossroad. Nadia wasn’t offended by his absence but the distraction would be nice, she thought.

The people who lived there described it differently. I described it as: get out before the ground opens under you. I had been working that problem since I was twelve. Not emotionally — I had no attachment to Verath Seven, no nostalgia for its dust-colored sky and its perpetual tremors and the specific smell of machine lubricant and mineral exhaust that had been the only air I'd ever breathed. I wanted to leave because staying was a slower version of dying, and I had never been interested in dying slowly. The problem was that leaving required money I didn't have, documentation I couldn't afford, and transit access that was controlled by the same colonial authority whose interest in my departu

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.

Waves splashed her skirt as he turned and smiled, “Hold on tight, Mrs. Carter!” Seven years of love were just like a bubble. She pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Pick me up in seven days, as planned.] No sooner had she pressed send than a deafening bang echoed from downstairs.

"Don't worry about it, Jason. I'm not angry. I don't need Rachel to apologize to me." I looked at Raven's condescending face and my heart sank. Luckily, I chose to give up treatment. In less than seven days, I would no longer need to remember all the things that upset me. I would no longer be in pain because of Raven's provocation. For the first time ever, I was looking forward to that day.

After Heath Renwick abandons me and our daughter for Celeste Worthing's dog for the seventh time, we finally learn our lesson. He parades around with Celeste and the dog, trending online, landing magazine features, and I don't say a word. He even tears up our daughter Maisie's favorite sketchbook to line the dog's bed, and she doesn't cry or make a fuss. Then the dog chases Maisie down a flight of stairs. She hits her head and ends up in the ER with a concussion, and only then does Heath bother to show up. "Raven! Why didn't you tell me? I'm Maisie's father too!" I spend the whole night sitting outside the emergency room. I look at him, my voice perfectly calm. "It's nothing serious,

****** 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

Olalekan pushed the food to Seven’s side of the table. “You must be hungry.” “Not really, I’m fine. Thank you.” Seven said while trying to keep saliva back in his mouth. He was indeed very hungry. But eating this meal that scented like Jollof Rice while Wale’s body was being disposed of would be insulting. Also, he did not trust these people enough to eat by their hands. There could be poison in the food for all he knows. Maybe a Truth Serum. Won’t work either way. C1 and C4 stood erect. Their heads could touch the overhead light just by stretching a little bit.

After returning to the dorm alone, I made a cup of instant noodles and, as usual, logged into a game. Only when my eyes started to ache did I shut down the computer and go wash up. My phone rang with the notification tone I had set for special contacts. I opened social media and saw a post Rowan had just shared. "Having you is the best thing. The hangover soup you made is the best in the world." The photo showed Nina’s back as she worked in the kitchen, wearing an apron. Under the bright white lights, a gentle, harmonious glow seemed to settle over her.

"Our life is just beginning. How could you leave me? How could you be so heartless?" His voice was full of fear, but to me, it was utterly ironic. "Alright, I need to sleep now. Don't call me again," I said. Before I hung up, Lorenzo was still frantically asking where I was. It was ridiculous. It was then that I realized how laughable the past seven years of my life had been. I fell asleep, and the next morning, I was awakened by loud, excited voices. I got dressed and stepped out of my bedroom, only to find that Jasper had come to propose.