Seven X Six Novels & Stories

We look at each other and say nothing because we have built a whole language out of not saying things in hard places. Leo goes into prep at six forty five. He makes a joke about the hospital gown. He always makes a joke about the hospital gown. He is twelve years old and the funniest person in any room he walks into and I press my thumbnail into my palm to keep from crying in front of him because he needs me steady.

he said with a smirk. “You have no idea,” Six said. “Where you two from?” “Virginia.” “And her?” Six’s lip twitched. “I took her from her boring life in Ohio.” I wanted to object, but he was right—my life was boring. The man nodded. “My drink’s gone dry. Think I’ll head over to the sports bar for a refill and place a penny or two on some ponies.” “Good luck.” He nodded at us. “Night.” Six and I were left alone at the table, the dealer waiting on our new bets. Reluctantly, I pushed a ten out, while Six pushed an entire stack out—almost four hundred dollars.

I almost could not breathe. “What are you doing? Let go of her!” Jeremy walked in at that very moment. He saw another man hugging me. He quickly walked forward and separated us. “It’s you! I’ve met you before.” Xander cocked an eyebrow and indicated to Jeremy to continue. “Ha, when I accompanied Charlotte to her hospital visits six months ago, I always saw you. “Now that you’re here, I bet this isn’t a coincidence.” I looked at Xander in disbelief. He had appeared far earlier than I had expected.

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

The night they arrived, he even posted something online to make it clear he thought I was copying him. In our seventh year, the gift was the divorce agreement. Seven years, and looking back, the distance between us had grown the entire time without me noticing. Two notifications came through on my phone. One was from Vera that read, “Sean, nine tomorrow morning. Do not forget.” The other was from Austin. “Last night of our seven-day romance. Vera says she wants to make it a night to remember.” My eyes stayed on the paintings for one last moment before I switched off the screen.

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.”

He was excited and held slight resentment for them at the same time. He could only manage to produce six Divine Veins the first time he attempted it. Travis was only ten back then, and it was how he earned the moniker of Six Divine Child.

He had the most beautiful blue-green eyes I had ever seen. They were the perfect shade of blue and green. It was amazing how captivating his eyes were but that wasn’t his only feature that mesmerized me. It was his entire physique and stature that got my attention. I always had a thing for tall men and Jayce was definitely a tall man. He stood at nearly 6’2 in height which made it easy for me to look at him in my heels. “Are you okay,” he asked. At hearing his voice I could feel the shivers going down my back waking up every fiber of my being. He seemed genuinely concerned so I cleared my throat, “Yes. Thank You.”

The boy retorted, anxiety creeping in the pitch of his tone that rippled with jittered anger. It's then that Clay takes notice. Thick lashes fold down over a smolder of sapphire, and the male of prestige is raking his gaze past the boy's amusing countenance, to settle on the silverette's legs that exude an exotic scent. Metallic lavender, he acknowledges, just as Damon starts to favor his right side, crimson peeking in shallow dots beneath the surface of his jeans. The wounds…are seeping.

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.