Seven Years Later Manhwa Novels & Stories

After Logan Winston slept with Victoria's step-sister, Harper, and divorced her. Victoria left in pain, hiding her pregnancy. She traveled to Seoul to start from scratch. Seven years later, she returns to the country with a little boy for business reasons but this time she is no longer the naive, desperate pathetic ugly wife of Logan Winston. Now, she is a beautiful, wealthy, and successful woman. The son looks exactly like Logan. And for the first time after years, Logan's heart beats again after seeing her. He wants a second chance; a chance to fix everything but Victoria is no longer the same woman again. This time she vowed to make the Winston family pay for the pain they caused her years back. But her son wants a father figure in his life. Do you think she will ever give Logan a second chance and bring down the cold walls she had built around her? But what will happen now that Logan's mother wants Harper for him? Do you think Harper will stay put and watch the two lovers rekindle back again without a fight? The ball is now in your court, please read to find out what happens next.

I had been married for seven years when I invited my widowed stepsister, Mable Stark, to stay with us for a while. I never imagined I'd catch her flirting with my husband, Lester Kaine, on our balcony. Blinded by rage, I chose to end it all for the three of us. But when I open my eyes again, I'm back on Valentine's Day—the day she and I both fall into the water. This time, Lester doesn't hesitate to save Mable. Then, he hires paparazzi to take photos of me in explicit angles just to ruin my reputation. With my name dragged through the mud, my dad cuts all ties with me. Four years later, Lester returns as a world-renowned lawyer with the pregnant Mable. They cling to each other like an enviable, loving couple. When Lester spots me singing in a private lounge, he starts mocking me. "Erica, four years have gone by, and you've ended up singing in bars. "If you'd just admit you were wrong, I might consider helping you find a better job. You shouldn't have to waste away in a place like this."

After ten years together, my boyfriend bailed me and marked my sister—Rose Howell. Right after, Jack Sterling—Silvernorth's youngest professor—blasted our engagement on the academy site. We were bonded seven years. He acted like the perfect mate—quiet, loyal, like I was his whole world. Then I caught him talking to a colleague. "Rose is the most promising healer in Silvernorth now. How long are you gonna keep faking it with that she-wolf?" "For Rose to have peace, I'll keep Wyettta around. She won't dare mess with their bond." Seven years, trashed like a strategy memo. His journal? All her name. [May Rose shine.] [Let Rose be the happiest she-wolf alive.] [I'd stay mated to someone I don't love if it makes her smile.] Seven years, and I woke up in a nightmare. On our mark anniversary, I took the gondola. Sun rising. Drop, endless. Blocked the mind link. Drank the potion. Severed our mate bond. Jumped. Soon as word spread, Jack led Silvernorth's top warriors into the cliffs, launching the most brutal search the region's ever seen—trying to recover his "lost mate." He howled my name into the mountains like regret could bring me back.

Leaxandra Pisce's arranged marriage pushes her to attend the mating ball held in the Lycan's domain and make fantasies with any other man in hopes of cancelling the engagement. Although, instead of hoping to enter the bed chambers, she was lured towards the cell of a convict and had resulted in taking responsibility by becoming his redemption for that night. Years later after the incident, Leaxandra, suffers from severe memories lost, and instead, has been devoting her life as the Luna she never wanted to become. Her loyalty chained in recognizing the Lycans as her greatest nemesis. But what happens when the very convict she had spent a night with seven years ago turns out to be Caius Raedan - the King who's been laying low and yearning for the lost wolf whom he believed was his claim? How will Leaxandra face him? Would she even recognize him in the first place? Moreover, with his familiar touches awakening her desires, will she even maintain her stand once he surrounds her with the temptations of him?

To save my unconscious Alpha fiancé, I got trapped in a glacial crevasse on the frozen mountain. I tried to reach him through our bond ninety-nine times, but he blocked me out completely. When he finally found me seven days later, his first words were an accusation. "Elara damaged her eyes trying to save me, and you just had to cause trouble right now!" "You're a trained mountain warrior. How could you get trapped in a small crevasse for seven days?" "I've had enough of your games. Let's break off our engagement." He thought I would cry and argue like before. But I just nodded. "Okay." He didn't know I hit my head when I fell trying to save him. In seven days, I would completely forget him. But when I finally left him completely as he'd promised, he went crazy, searching the world and begging me back.

Two young men and a love born and grown over the years, but unable to be fulfilled for the differences between the two. After seven years, they meet again and realize that nothing has changed in their hearts, but the outside world continues to hinder their love. Will they be able to break down the barriers that keep them apart and finally realize their dream of love?

My ex-husband Giacomo and my brother's widow, Zoya, are the reason I went to prison. Seven years. Gone. I crunched leaves on the way to Carlo's grave and—of course—they're there. Together. Right in front of his headstone. "Jessica?" His voice shook. Fake surprise. He wiped his eye like that meant something. "I've been looking for you for seven years. I thought you... were gone. "Where have you been all these years? Why didn't you ever contact me?" I said nothing. He kept going. "You're still mad about what happened? I had my reasons." 'Reasons?' I looked at him. Almost laughed. He and Carlo's woman killed Carlo. Framed me, kicked me out, and sent me to prison. He took half my life. And now he's talking about reasons—standing at Carlo's grave. But seven years of torment burned everything down. Love. Hate. All of it.

When a dating scandal comes to haunt Gold, a famous artist all over the world, memories from seven years ago flood his mind--making him realize that perhaps, he had never liked women at all.

An orphaned omega named Ava Steele is publicly rejected by her mate, the future alpha Rae Dunn, driven out by his beta Kyle, and forced to flee the pack alone — pregnant and with nothing. She survives in the human realm, raises four secret sons with the help of a kind stranger named Leila, and spends seven years building a quiet life. When her children are abducted and Leila is murdered, Ava is forced to return to the pack and reveal the secret she carried alone for seven years. But Rae is now a cold, married Alpha, and his barren wife Annie — who orchestrated the abduction to protect her position — is already plotting Ava's destruction. With the mate bond stirring and the truth finally surfacing, nothing will ever be the same. When the truth finally surfaces, Annie's carefully constructed world begins to collapse. Rae must confront the weight of a rejection that cost him seven years and four sons. Ava must decide whether the man who destroyed her deserves the family he never knew he had. The mate bond doesn't ask permission. And justice, slow as it came, was always coming for them all. Separately. Never together.

I ditched a shot at studying abroad to help my boyfriend, Gavin Censori, launch his startup. Stuck it out with him through seven brutal years. Then boom—success hit, and so did the ghosting. On Valentine's Day, he hit me with the classic "work's crazy" excuse. Instead of showing up, he had some random delivery dude drop off a box of cosmetic samples. Samples. Later that night, his secretary Rebecca popped up on my feed, flexing hard. Caption: [With a boss like this, why go home early?] Pic: A box of high-end makeup. Same brand. Hers weren't samples. I dropped a comment: [You're doing great at your sidechick job. Gold star.] Gavin called instantly, losing it. "What's your problem? She's just an employee! I bust my ass making money for you, and you're always jealous!" I laughed. Didn't even yell. Just dumped him. Seven years, and I'd never touched a dime of his. Joke's on him—his precious startup? Secretly bankrolled by me. Fast-forward three years. Business summit. He rolled in wearing a tailored suit. The second he spotted me with a bag of bottles, his smirk kicked in. "Didn't like those cosmetics I gave you, huh? Now look at you—reduced to bottle collecting?"