Seven X Six Novels & Stories

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

One evening on a weekend, I checked the time difference and FaceTimed my parents. Through the screen, Sasha took in my rosy complexion, her eyes crinkling with a smile. “Oh my, Naomi is having a blast there. I guess the breakup was the right decision.” I shared with them the photos of Iceland’s aurora and glaciers with a grin. After some small talk, my father sighed out of the blue. Something seemed to be on his mind. “What’s wrong, Dad?” Sasha set down her kitchen whisk and wiped her hands, her tone resigned. “What do you think? It’s about Lorenzo.”

"Conrad, if I went back to the Summers family, what would you do?" Conrad answered without hesitation. "I'd break up with you, of course. I could never reach your family's level." After hearing that, Quinn pushed down every word of confession she wanted to say and began a seven-year disguise. Running Summers Group was not easy. Every time family matters left her irritated and exhausted, she would return to Eastford. Wherever Conrad was, that was her second home. After so many years together, some things were already carved into her bones. Quinn could not live without Conrad. She could not leave him.

You are the long-missing Lycan Princess. Daughter of the late King Aldric. Rightful heir to the Lycan throne. I read the line three times. Then I read it again. The letter was printed on heavy cream paper with the royal council's seal pressed into the top corner. Official. Real. Not a mistake. My name is Sera Calloway. I have been married to Alpha Damon Voss for seven years. I manage his household, attend his functions, raise his son, and smile at his pack members like I belong here.

​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.

Chapter Seven: The Clinical Fracture The hospital room was too quiet. Outside, the city of 2026 was humming with traffic, but inside these white walls, time had stopped. Julian still had his hand on my throat, his thumb tracing the vein that throbbed with my terror.

People really change. * Six birds are referring to Luna, Maximo, Sirene, Zachary, Hector, Ezekiel. Five birds are referring to when I removed one of the six birds.

I wasn't entirely sure what I was smiling about. That summer, I threw myself into SAT prep. I buried myself in my studies to avoid overthinking. When I needed a breather, I'd scroll through Instagram. I could always browse through my family's photos there, especially Mom's. She'd posted one of her and Dad together, one of Magnus taken from behind, and at least seven shots of Rosa—scuba diving, windsurfing, lounging on a beach chair, standing on a yacht deck, and so on. Rosa looked so stunning and glamorous. Meanwhile, there I was, the typical nerd in my school uniform, nose buried deep in a book. But honestly, I wasn't jealous in the slightest.