Seven Years Book Novels & Stories

His eyes were bloodshot. "Kathy, how could you do this? We've been together for seven years. Seven years, and you're ready to walk away over something like this? Have you stopped caring about the company too?" Seven years. Hearing that only made it sound more ridiculous. I looked at him, and my tone turned icy. "And what have you actually given me in the past seven years? You know exactly how many nights I stayed up working for your company and how much effort I put into it.

Seven years changed everything and nothing. That was the paradox of time inside a life like this one the world transformed completely around you while the core of things stayed stubbornly, almost defiantly, the same. The same table. The same garden. The same oak tree at the far end of the Greco estate that had been standing through everything and would be standing after everything and had no opinion whatsoever about the complications of the people who stood under it. Seven years. Viktor was seven years old and had opinions about football and breakfast and the correct way to pronounce certain words in three languages and the specific injustice of bedtimes that did not account for the fact th

Fiona looked haggard, chasing a toddler through the crowd. They saw me. We locked eyes for a split second, but neither of us said a word. We were strangers now. Some things, once broken, can never be fixed. But as I walked toward my waiting car where Damian was waiting, I knew I had finally found my real happily ever after.

Steph presses the button that reads two and the doors close. As soon as the doors close I immediately let out a deep breath. “Oh man Steph, how am I going to survive the next 37 days here? I don’t fit in here at all. I’ve only met a few people and they already seem to hate me” I say leaning against the elevator wall. “They’re probably sitting there right now laughing at me.”

“What about them?” “Things have been weird lately,” I tried to present my thoughts. “With them? There are seven of them, right?” “Yeah, there are seven,” I muttered, my stomach tightening. “But the thing is… things with them have gotten complicated. Really complicated.” “How complicated are we talking?” Camila asked slowly, as if she already had an inkling but was letting me explain.

Kayah’s point of View The look on Seven’s face was solemn, he took a few more glances at the figure in the center of his bed and that was me. The silence was stiffening and I couldn’t tell what was on his mind. Unlike others, whom I could easily read, Seven was different. I replayed the encounter with my abductor in my head, wondering if Seven had overheard their conversation. Just the thought of it made me swallow hard, followed by a hiss of pain

While there was no one at home, I quickly packed up, but I could not find my passport. I could not find it even after searching through every nook and cranny. But I did find a battered notebook. On the cover were two words. [Leave him.] With trembling fingers, I flipped the notebook open. The edges were yellowing. By the looks of it, these words had been written far earlier than the words at the bottom of the makeup box. There were only a few words on the first page, but the contents were terrifying.

Waves splashed her skirt as he turned and smiled, “Hold on tight, Mrs. Carter!” Seven years of love were just like a bubble. She pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Pick me up in seven days, as planned.] No sooner had she pressed send than a deafening bang echoed from downstairs.

She smiled, reminding me of the first time we met. Tears streamed down her face. "Thank you, Tiffany." ... I spent my time focusing on my studies and personal growth. I got my MBA and picked up hobbies like flower arrangement and painting. My dad didn't stay at the headquarters. He applied to transfer to a branch, where I assisted him and traveled with him across the country. I stopped sweating the small stuff. Rory had some success in Oakheart, but we never saw each other again. Years later, I received a message from Sienna. She had ended her decade-long relationship with Rory.

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.