Seven Year Itch Book Novels & Stories

The silence that followed was immediate, broken only by the steady, rhythmic bubbling of the thermal jets. I looked at her profile, the steam curling around her jaw. My head ached from six months of balance sheets, hostile takeovers, and the crushing weight of Arthur Blackwell's sins. But sitting three feet from her, the numbers in my mind finally went quiet. I had spent twelve years calculating the distance between us, waiting for her to realize Dominic was an empty investment. Now that she was sitting in my space, wearing my ring, none of those years seemed to matter anymore.

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.

The path down the mountain was long, and I walked it slowly, alone. The gravel path crunched rhythmically under my feet. The weight of those seven years had long since been left behind. I knew that once I was down this slope, all I had to do was walk forward, and it would be spring. The slate was wiped clean, and I was ready to face the sun.

“How many seven years do you get in a lifetime?” I looked at Jordan. That was a question I used to ask myself more than I could count. It was hard to walk away from seven years of history. I was willing to put up just a little more for the sake of the seven years. Because of those years together, I trusted that Jordan would change. Now, I was able to snap out of it. Those seven years shouldn't be the reason I keep letting myself get hurt.

CLYONE "You know what? We had sing enough," you blurted which caused me to look up on you. We are currently seated on the same spots on the couch next to each other. We just finished another song and were currently looking for a new one when you suddenly slammed the other half of the book to close it. My brows, then, raised as my lips formed into a tiny pout. I wonder what suddenly made you stop. But somehow in someway, I am glad that you now have plans to stop since my jaws are already tired. Geeze. How many songs did we even blast to disturb all the peaceful yards of the neighbors? I hope they won't make us leave when they saw us. Harsh compliments will be enough. Pfft.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife, Blair, the daughter of the city's richest man, straddled my lap, her kiss deep and intoxicating as she toyed with my lower lip. The same night, we just announced our pregnancy to the world. Just then, Blair's best friend, Chloe, asked in French, her tone suggestive: "Blair, you're absolutely glowing. But tell me honestly, how does it feel to get railed by another man while carrying a baby?" Blair let out a soft laugh, a familiar sound that sent a chill down my spine. She replied, also in French: "It feels absolutely incredible, Chloe. He's like a wild wolf. Just yesterday, he had his head buried between my thighs, using his mouth to bring me

I replied without hesitation: [Quinn, let's break up. After sending it, I blocked her. I did not question her any further, nor did I accuse her hysterically. I simply ended this seven-year-long deception. When the plane took off, I turned and looked at the city lights outside the window. Where those lights glowed in the distance, there would never again be a way home for me.

After my brother and fake heir, Damon Stewart, runs someone over, he frames me for it. My fiancee immediately breaks off our engagement and marries him. I'm facing prison time, but Crystal Morgan—my childhood sweetheart who's also a lawyer—resolutely chooses to marry me. She works tirelessly to clear my name, and eventually she gets Damon sent to prison. However, her family runs into financial trouble, and her ailing mother is facing prison time herself. To repay a debt of gratitude, I, an accountant, take the blame for the crime and spend seven years in prison. But on the day I'm released, I overhear Crystal and her mother, Lilian Murphy, talking from behind the gates. "Crystal, Elija

The apartment felt like it was holding its breath. Severino was gone before the first hint of gray light touched the Parisian rooftops, leaving behind nothing but the scent of salt and the frantic, lingering heat of his skin. I stood in the shower for twenty minutes, the water scalding, trying to scrub the feeling of being "owned" off my body. But Seven’s marks weren’t just on the surface; they were etched into my marrow.

"Not now, not ever." ... I checked myself out of the hospital against medical advice, against all those soft instincts that had kept me chained to his side for seven years. The accident had taken my child and my love for Dante. I returned to the villa where I had lived for seven years. Seven years of memories were etched into every wall, every floor, every sheet that had been stained with our sweat. When I first met Dante, he was not yet a mafia Don. Back then, he had just taken over the Castellano family when it was on its last legs, hunted by countless enemies. Besides ambition, he had nothing.