Seven X Thirteen Novels & Stories

He was the one that was planning it as he did every other year. This year I was hopeful that I would meet my mate and so would Seven. "I stress about not meeting my mate" I pointed out sadly. "We are late bloomers," he said laughing. Seven found everything funny and lightened up any tense situation. He was soft and kind, too loving and extremely trusting. He was a hugger and he never ceased to give. His anger had a special box in his heart and it was locked away. It only came out to play on special occasions such as when the need to fight arose.

He smacked his thigh and ranted, "You don't have to hold it against Claire anymore, Zachary. We've already taught her a lesson the last time she brought up calling off the engagement!" Startled, Zachary repeated, "You taught her a lesson?" "That's right! Rest assured, for we're definitely on your side," Angus said hastily. "If she acts up again, I'll make her kneel in front of the house for three days straight! We'll see if she'll still have the nerve to throw a tantrum after that." Zachary squeezed the glass in his hand so tightly that it shattered. "You'll… make her kneel for three days straight?"

Waves splashed her skirt as he turned and smiled, “Hold on tight, Mrs. Carter!” Seven years of love were just like a bubble. She pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Pick me up in seven days, as planned.] No sooner had she pressed send than a deafening bang echoed from downstairs.

"That witch isn't dead yet, but she's going to be soon! Now, more importantly, I've got news! Portville has heated up again, so it’ll probably be our turn soon. Just wait! Those idiots are still stocking up on those useless down jackets and thermal blankets, so let's just watch them die from heat when they can't even get a single ice cube, haha!" Charles laughed proudly, Iris looked vicious, while Kate and Arthur both wore twisted, sinister expressions.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.

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.

Tom pointed at the barren apartment. “Eve and Jordan have seven years of history together. “We’ve all seen how Eve’s been with Jordan these past seven years.”

Cash added. “People can’t be taken if they don’t want to be. If he wants to be with Brittany, then he’ll be with Brittany. If not, then that’s that,” I countered. “And you’re just willingly giving up?” Wes asked skeptically. “I'm not giving up on anything. Again, only people who want to be taken will let themselves be taken," I pointed out. “You’ve got guts,” Cash commented as Six and Brittany came back. She looked sad as she walked over to her friends. “So?” Cash asked Six once he’d sat down. “I did what I should’ve done two years ago,” Six replied.

Well, at least the Henry she created in her mind– the charming, unpredictable paramour, and in some way, I do like that version. Theo came around this time. Flushed, embarrassed and a bit annoyed. Nothing out of the usual. Dove greeted him first, "How are you darling?" He mumbled something I couldn't hear over the blasting music and rumbling crowd but I saw Dove comfort him. She does a really great job in coddling Theo. Like an older sister to a much younger brother. When in reality it's Theo who's the older one by eight months. And this is the main reason why Dove thought Theo was joking when he asked her out when we were fifteen. She couldn't be convinced that it wasn't one of our bets. An

Julian says into my neck as he lightly kisses away my tears. After a few seconds, Julian lets me go and I walk over to X, sitting next to him on the couch. I meet his green eyes, “how are you?” I ask gently. “I’m okay,” X says sounding like he’s lost his voice. “Can I get you anything?” I ask. He shakes his head. “You really scared us, X,” I say full of sadness. “I know, I’m sorry,” he says closing his eyes. He leans his head deeper into the cushion of the couch and opens his eyes to the side to look at me.