Sevens Novels & Stories

"Rosa's living the dream abroad. She gets 300 thousand dollars a month to blow and spends her time shopping." I kept my focus on the pizza and remained silent. Magnus pulled out a card and passed it to me. "We were once promised to each other. Now that you've become the state's top scorer, which is amazing by the way, I'd like to reward you with 200 thousand dollars. Use it for your university expenses." How generous of him to give me a reward worth less than what Rosa got in a month. I didn't accept it. He left the card on the table, gave me a long, silent look, and left without another word.

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?

Seven took one of the water bottles and opened it, she drank the entire content before taking a muffin and eating, she took another and another and continued until she was full before drinking another bottle of water. Just as she was drinking the water Alexia sat up, she noticed that Alexia looked towards the entrance, "Miss Seven, how long again do you how, it has been two days already," she mumbled. "Two days, no wonder I am starving," Seven said from the chair after the chair with the things.

I pointed at this tiny intersection point in Sector Eight that looked totally worthless. "Let Cain win the primary area. Let him drive the price up as high as he wants until he's drunk on beating Vorreth. But here's the thing. The land in Sector Seven is basically poison. There's sulfur deposits underground that'll eat through anything. They're hiding that detail from everyone." I looked up, meeting his gray eyes head on. Leaned into it.

"Why does it worry you so?" "Hello, brother. Having fun," Robert said. "That's what the text said." I breathed a sigh of relief. "And why does that worry you?" "I think Seven is mad at me. Remember he usually complained about me partying too much. He stopped complaining years ago, but it seems he's about to resume that habit." I did a facepalm. "You are getting worked up over nothing, son. This text doesn't mean anything. Seven isn't mad at you. Maybe he was just trying to check on you. He's so uptight. Clubbing is not his thing."

I really don't get why do you have to do that. "Deron, stop!" "Shh. We should be on the same number." "Well, then move the game piece in every rolls you make because no matter how much you roll that to get the highest count, my game piece won't reach your game piece because the distance is too far." "You roll it then."

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

SEX AND SCAM The bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.

He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly he could have crushed me. "How could I bear to make you my mistress? And there's no way I'd break up with you! Just seven days, that's all. Once the contract is signed, it'll be over. Cara, you've always been so good to me, so patient. Can't you hold on just a little longer? For us?" By logic, I had waited seven years. What were seven more days? But I did not want to wait anymore. I smiled. Gently, sweetly, exactly the way he liked. "I understand."

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.