Seven X Thirteen Novels & Stories

​ I glanced at him, about to say something, when the elevator chimed. The elevator door suddenly opened and exposed a face that surprised us - Xavier!​ His face was flushed from alcohol, eyes bloodshot, shoulders tense.​ He swayed slightly, clearly drunk—but not so drunk that he didn't recognize us.​ Both men froze.​ Alpha Sebastian's face hardened instantly.​ "You—!" Xavier slurred, his speech slowed by whatever he'd been drinking.​ When his gaze dropped and he saw the glowing number above the elevator—13th floor—his expression twisted with rage.​

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

Inevitable as snow. ~~~

A deep, smooth baritone filled the speakers—a voice I would recognize anywhere in the dark. It was Axel. *"The Sterling Design Group is vulnerable,"* Axel’s recorded voice said, cold, calculated, and entirely corporate. *"Wait until she’s desperate. Then we move."*

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

Seven's white t-shirt is stained on the chest. I watch in horror as Seven falls on the ground, blood oozing out of his body. All I can see is Blood! Blood! Blood! 💀💀💀💀💀

It all seems like a puzzle. I also asked him about his family and I got to know that Seven is actually a twin. He has a twin sister named Kenzie. We talked about his other siblings, his elder brother and their last sister Catherine before going back to bed. I moved closer to him as I traced my fingers on his chest, moving it down to his tattoo. I moved my tender fingers on it down to the bold written letter, C. Although his sister’s name is Catherine but this face looks nothing like the picture of his little sis he showed me.