Seven X Thirteen Novels & Stories

" Edoardo's eyes were clear and luminous. They were filled with nothing but the excitement, hurt, and devotion of a man who had finally found his way back to his owner, whom he had searched for seven years. He flinched as if burned when his fingers grazed mine, and the tears he had been holding back finally began to fall. I looked indifferently at him. "It seems like everything that had to be handled is already settled, so let's discuss the promise you made to me seven years ago." Edoardo shuddered violently.

"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.

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.

The dull noises of children playing, constantly breaking his attention away from the shiny new book nestled between his fingers like a delicate treasure. It itched at his nerves, causing his lips to pull down as he tried harder to read the words splayed out in front of him. Every time he tried another loud noise would jar him out of the world of fantasy. It annoyed him, and as he finally gave up on the thirteenth chapter—having spent all night reading the first few—the pristine cover closed with a thud. Absently, Damon ran his finger over the edge. “I’m pretty sure I hate you.” His finger twitches.

"Now that I have made myself clear, I hope you know that this is no joking matter. Try to think of where Seven could have possibly hidden the Phoenix Orb. Does he have a secret safe, room, or even vault that is not documented? While you guys were playing Romeo and Juliet, did he never make mention of his assets? Who is his next of kin? Is it you? For all I know, he's not that close to his stepmother or stepbrother. He couldn't possibly have used either of them as his next of kin. It must be you. I'm aware that he was lost in love while he was alive." Winter glared at me for a long time. I could hear her grounding her teeth. Just when I was about to speak again, she snarled, "Fuck you! Since

“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?

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Five years of marriage, and Serena Vale was nothing more than a ghost in her husband’s mansion. Jackson Blackwood was brilliant, cold, and irreversibly tied to the memory of his first love, Avery, the woman who betrayed him to marry his identical twin brother, Jaden. When a devastating car crash leaves her husband, Jackson dead and his twin surviving, Serena’s world shatters. But grief quickly turns to horror when the surviving twin returns. He carries Jaden’s face, but his most intimate, private habits belong to Jackson. Then the realization hit her; Her husband is alive. He faked his own death and stole his dead brother's identity, just to escape her and play protector to Avery. B

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—"

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"