Seven Years Book Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice trembling as sweat beaded on my forehead. "Can’t you stay? Just long enough to call a doctor for me?" The crash had left me physically shattered. The sudden drop in pressure from the storm made the pain unbearable. I felt like I was drowning in a frozen sea, and he was the only life raft in sight. Damian wavered for a second. "Does Selena want to take the Chief Physician away again? Just like last time?" Evelyn’s pouting voice came through the phone. Damian’s expression instantly turned to stone.

I looked at him once. “There is no private place left for us.” Adrian was waiting by the doors with my travel documents. I walked toward him without looking back. Behind me, Lia began to cry softly, and Niccolò said my name like an order. For the first time in seven years, I did not obey.

He was a very strict man and God knows if he’ll take the task lightly with me. “Amanda Ezeh… You’ll be going to Mr Richard Okafor's mansion to get his finger print on an important project we’re working on and you have only 7days to do that . Go home and pack your bags… Your ride will be here in 10 minutes ” The cocky old man said and got back to what he was doing. i still couldn’t believe what I just heard. I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone!!

They never did. ————- Author’s Note Hey loves! 🖤 Welcome to Twenty Seven Days— I’m so excited you’re here for this one because this story has been living in my head for a long time and I think you’re going to feel every single word. A few things before we dive in: This book is a slow burn. Like, a real one. I know, I know — but I promise every chapter is building something and when it pays off, it’s going to HIT. Scarlett and Xavier are both incredibly guarded people and watching them crack each other open is the whole story.

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

“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.

"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."

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.

As I looked at the book, it looked different, not like the ones I used to go through. It took me several minutes to be able to loosen the band around it; why was it even sealed? I didn't turn while listening to Luke, who was actually saying something, but the book was more of an interest to me as I opened it up. The first few pictures were of the first king of the seven kingdoms.

"When I went to the fence two years later, that's the image I had. That girl at the window. I remember thinking, I want to live somewhere that has people like that." She looked at him. "Seven," she said. "Yes." "I was seven years old reading about beetles." "Beetles," he said. "There was a book about beetles." She sat with it. A seven-year-old with her nose against glass, completely lost in beetles. A seven-year-old boy was in the garden below, watching, thinking something he didn't have words for yet. Ten years. Neither of them knowing. She tightened her hand around his. She didn't say anything, because there wasn't anything that needed saying. Some things sit better in silence.