Seven X Six 소설 & 이야기

Sam explained, “Exquisite Antiques is a pretty big antique shop in South River City. It deals with gems, antiques, calligraphy, and paintings. It’s pretty well-known. “Six Fingers’ real name is Peter Weekly. But someone chopped off four of his fingers, so he goes by Six Fingers now. Everyone in the industry calls him that. “Six Fingers is pretty savage. It's said that many years ago, he lost his money gambling in a casino. So, he bet on his four fingers and made hundreds of millions. “After that, he quit gambling and used the money to invest in his antiques business. As his business grew, he dominated half of the antique business in South River City.”

He smiled and said, “Okay, your call. Now let’s hear it. What cologne am I wearing?” As if to distract me he caressed the side of my face again and leaned in closer and whispered, “For the record I’m praying you’re wrong.” I closed my eyes at his soft touch and felt a deep ache in my core. This man was bad news to my non-existent sex life. I took a deep breath and in the most confident voice I owned I answered him. “Europhia for Men by Calvin Klein.” As I opened my eyes and looked at him I saw him smile. He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his door then got out of the car. I was confused, why did he get out of the car? Then I heard him open my door and extend out his hand to help me out.

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.

Feeling satisfied, Rose left, but I immediately spat out the medicine that I had hidden under my tongue. This time, I clearly noticed how she brushed the marks on her neck as she gave Brody a flirtatious glance.

Kayah’s Point of View Seven’s face hardened. “Why do you know Seven? Seven died a long time ago. At least died inside. So I’d like you to call me Six. Died inside? What does he mean? “O-okay, Six. I’m sorry,” I said and gave him a gentle smile. Something in his eyes flickered and instinctively I took a step back. A growl worked its way up in his throat before he shot up off of the couch. I yelped as he pushed me down into a sitting position with his teeth bared.

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

He looked so desperate, so certain that this land was the key to Ironveil's next empire. I glanced at the tablet in Kieran's hand, watching the numbers climb. When Sector Seven hit sixty-five million, Kieran shot me a look. I gave the slightest shake of my head. A secret signal only we understood. "Sixty-five million dollars, going once... going twice... sold! Sector Seven goes to Pack Ironveil!"