Seven X Mono Novels & Stories

However, Harry looked down at me from above with cold eyes. “Hailey Rane, I think you’re quite useless. Don’t you know how to put on a good show? Since you like slacking off so much, then you can just stay with the crocodiles.”

​New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Thursday. 11:47 AM ​Xavier was already deep into a call with Nadia before Scarlett had even finished her second round of logistics. The penthouse had shifted from a residence into a tactical assembly floor. Margot had somehow manifested a fourth monitor—a tablet propped precariously against the backsplash—running the Apex-7 documentation in a scrolling waterfall of data that sat parallel to the seventeen-name verification and the grand jury procedural requirements she’d been researching for the last hour in a silent, caffeinated fury.

It was never what I intended. Seven years. Seven years of managing his house and attending his events and holding his pack together from the inside. Seven years of telling myself I was building something real. My wolf made a sound in my chest that I had never heard from her before. Low and broken and then very, very hard. There is something else, Damon said. I looked at him. Luca. He said our son's name carefully. He is not yours. Biologically. The room did not spin. My vision did not blur. I just stood there and felt the last solid thing I had been holding onto go quiet in my hands.

"So you married someone else? Quinn, what did those seven years apart even mean?" Quinn looked at me, her expression settling back into calm. "Conrad… You must understand I'm the heir to the Summers family. I have my own duties. Hector and I are on the same level, and our marriage benefits both families. Hector said that as long as you behave, he can turn a blind eye and let you stay by my side.

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"The Romanos are planning to acquire a new port. If she hands over the operating rights to us, my family's power will expand. Our influence will triple. I have to play along with her act. This is purely business." I watched him in silence, letting him sweat through his expensive collar. He exhaled, his voice softening. "Okay, I admit that Alessia and I grew up together. But that was when we were kids. It's been seven years. We haven't exchanged a single call or text in all that time. "Cara, once the contract is signed, I'll make our relationship public to everyone. You're my only one. My only love." Such beautiful sweet nothings. I used to survive on them. For seven years, I had pecked at th

“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?

Isabella stared at the case like it might explode. "That's it?" "That's it." Catarina opened the case to reveal a small vial of clear liquid, maybe two ounces total, nestled in protective foam. "Compound X-7. Pharmaceutical grade. Tasteless. Odorless. Colorless." "How much do I use?" "The entire vial is calibrated for one adult male of approximately 200 pounds. Any less won't have the desired effect. Any more would be dangerous." Isabella picked up the vial carefully, held it up to the light.

After returning home, I went straight to the basement without uttering a single word. When the last bit of light above my head disappeared, all I could see was darkness. According to what I'd read, a person could only be driven to the brink of death after going seven days without food or water. Thus, I hoped they would lock me up for seven days. That way, I should be able to bypass the system and finally die. Every day, I relied on the voices outside to determine the time. By the sixth day, I was already so weak from hunger that I could barely move.

Axel growled, his hand slamming onto the table, making the glasses rattle. "What's wrong, Axel?" Dominic taunted from across the table, a smug grin returning to his face. "Afraid of a little corporate transparency? I thought you loved clarity." The table fell dead silent again, everyone staring at the phone sitting between us. With a trembling finger, I ignored Axel's warning and tapped the screen. The display unlocked instantly, revealing a single audio file. The title read: *Project Sterling.* I hit play. A crisp recording echoed softly through our corner of the table. A deep, smooth baritone filled the speakers—a voice I would recognize anywhere in the dark.