Seven Year Itch Book Novels & Stories

[Ms. Fleming, will you continue the treatment? If you will, don't forget to collect your medicine.] [Ms. Fleming, your condition is quite serious. It will only deteriorate if you don't treat it. Don't give up. If you do, you'll forget everything in seven days.] I looked at the messages from Dr. Chester Richmond for a long time without replying. Perhaps having amnesia was not such a bad thing after all. I could not recall anything worth remembering in my entire life.

Chase definitely would not let her have her way, especially since he knew what Lynn's true form looked like as a Zago princess. "That information's definitely in there. You want to go find this Book of Life and Death now?" Lynn asked, looking at Chase. She needed more time to get closer to Chase, so the clearer his movements were to her, the better. "Absolutely. My seven sisters and I have been separated for so long. I miss them like crazy," Chase replied with a smile. "Are these seven sisters your biological sisters?" Lynn asked, noticing something ambiguous in Chase's expression and emotions when he answered. She had a bad feeling about it.

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

He'd probably forgotten what today was. The fiery passion we shared at the beginning was reduced to cold distance. After being his girlfriend for seven years, I still hadn't heard him say he wanted to marry me. I wasn't stupid or blind to what was happening. When a man dragged things out for seven years, there must be something deeper. Lorenzo paused for a moment, then spoke with a hint of impatience. "I've told you. When the company goes public, I'll marry you. Don't keep bringing this up."

For the national championship final, I took time off work and flew halfway across the country to surprise my boyfriend. I'd barely settled into my seat when the girl beside me started gushing to her friend. "See his tie? I picked it out for him last night. Good taste, right? He even said I was the inspiration behind his entire Human Emotion Thesis for this tournament." Her friend gave her a knowing smile. "You actually landed Lucien Grant, the debate star. You should be thrilled." I froze. My boyfriend's name was Lucien Grant too. And the Human Emotion Thesis she claimed to have inspired? It had been born from seven years of pillow talk between Lucien and me.

Picking up a red marker, I drew a heavy X over today's date. Two days remained before Micah came to take me home. I took off the champagne-stained gown and walked into the bathroom. Warm water flowed over my body. I looked at my pale face in the mirror. Seven years ago, Wayne pulled me away from the scene of a gruesome car crash. He gave me a second chance at life. Over the past seven years, I took knives for him, handled his dirty secrets, and managed the Seyfried household for him. I had long stopped owing him anything after all that I had done.

The market value of the Lawson Group increased several times. I loved him, and my father supported him. His career was flourishing, even more successful than when he first started. In contrast, Sienna was not faring well. Her husband cheated on her, and she lived in constant pain, pining away at only 25. She couldn't help but confide in Rory. Those messages and phone calls made this pair of lovebirds feel worlds apart. Fate had played a cruel joke on her. They had dated in college. She should have married him upon graduation.

The plane taxied onto the runway. The engines roared to life. I closed my eyes. Seven years ago, on a full moon night, he’d bitten the nape of my neck and whispered, "From this day forward, my soul is bound to yours." The moonlight spilled through the window onto our tangled bodies. I thought that was forever. Tonight, seven years later, I was severing that thread myself—a thread called "fate." I summoned the ancient power in my blood.

Bryan’s gaze swept over my body with a bone-chilling coldness. “We haven’t met in so long. Aren’t you… going to say hello?” I looked at him, and my lips parted slightly. A thousand words gathered on my tongue, yet what came out was something else. “Bryan, please lend me another $300,000.” Bryan was stunned for a moment. A hint of anger lit up his cold eyes. He grabbed my hand. “We haven’t met for seven years, and this is all you have to say to me?”

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.