Seven Year Itch Book Novels & Stories

Yet at the same time I couldn’t stop myself, I flipped open the cover, my hungry eyes gazing at the pages before me. It was written in Latin, but luckily, I was proficient in my Latin being a warlock. The date on the very first page struck me right away, it was a mere year before Esther was made immortal. An event Esther has always been cagey about. I read the pages as quickly as I could, the author of the book was never mentioned by name, but Esther was. The Seven is something I had never heard of before, and part of me thought maybe this was a book of fiction, something I rejected immediately because if it was mere fiction Esther wouldn’t care about it enough, to put it in her trunk.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

Eternity Mercer, because to Ivy, I was the only one, and to me, Ivy was forever. On Eternity’s first birthday, I saw Nina again after a long time. She came to offer her congratulations, holding a bouquet of fresh lisianthus, along with a small gift box. At the time, I was holding Eternity while speaking softly with Ivy. The sight of our family of three, so full of happiness, stabbed painfully at Nina’s eyes. Through tears, she said, "Ash, if I had not gotten so close to Rowan back then, would this happiness have been mine? We would have had a lovely baby too..."

I looked at the sparkling letters in the night sky, feeling as if I were in a different lifetime. Yes, seven years. From the innocent princess of the Vettori family to the Donna of the Marino Family. These seven years had changed me so much. Enough to turn deep love into betrayal, and vows into lies. Lucian turned me to face him, his dark green eyes so focused they seemed to melt me. "Seven years, and every year I've wanted to give you the best." He slowly leaned in to kiss me. If I hadn't heard him and Sophia moaning in his office yesterday, I might have been fooled by this Oscar-worthy performance until the day I died.

"I am sorry for the marriage of seven years and for our child. I have now suffered the consequences. Turns out Emily never loved me. She just wanted to use me to get what she wanted. I was too foolish and hurt the one who loved me the most." After he finished speaking, a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Having been with him for seven years, I naturally understood his habits. Seeing him like this, I knew he truly regretted what he did. Yet, his current reflection was what I had once longed for. But now it was too late. It was all useless. He weakly pushed himself up from the ground and then took out a credit card from his pocket, handing it to me. "I was severely beaten in Heliaston, and

23/06/2020 ~ Queeneth's history of Blount's Disease Isn't it possible, is it a crime? Or is it just a silver state of mind? ~ Dreamer Girl by Asa Aww! I'm sure I must have got everyone wondering why chapters seven all the way to twelve were awfully so short. Particularly chapters ten, eleven and twelve right?

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

"I want three days. Give me everything on Blue Moon—their illegal suppressants, the back-alley surgeries, and exactly how they've been draining the pockets of the poor through medical fraud. I want them to spit out every cent they've stolen, along with a side of blood. As for that accomplice from the Glen Pack... do whatever you want with them." "Got it!" Seven nodded enthusiastically. He tucked an ultra-thin laptop under his arm and vanished into the LA night like a ghost. Nobody would have guessed that this kid was "7"—the genius hacker who had brought the global banking system to its knees three years ago. Seven had always carried a look of natural aggression. Because he'd experienced an

After Heath Renwick abandons me and our daughter for Celeste Worthing's dog for the seventh time, we finally learn our lesson. He parades around with Celeste and the dog, trending online, landing magazine features, and I don't say a word. He even tears up our daughter Maisie's favorite sketchbook to line the dog's bed, and she doesn't cry or make a fuss. Then the dog chases Maisie down a flight of stairs. She hits her head and ends up in the ER with a concussion, and only then does Heath bother to show up. "Raven! Why didn't you tell me? I'm Maisie's father too!" I spend the whole night sitting outside the emergency room. I look at him, my voice perfectly calm. "It's nothing serious,

he added, softer now, “this is a real position, not a refuge.” I looked at the leather sleeve in my hand. “I know.” After the call ended, the documents arrived one by one: flight clearance, entry papers, the Zurich trust contract. I checked each file, then locked the agreement in my drawer. For seven years, I had lived as Niccolò’s wife only behind closed doors. I had accepted it once, believing secrecy was temporary. Then Lia came back, and every promise became another excuse with her name attached. The glass door opened behind me. Niccolò came in from the terrace with tobacco on his coat and reached for me as he passed, but I stepped away before his hand touched my waist.