Novel & Cerita Sevens

"Conrad, if I went back to the Summers family, what would you do?" Conrad answered without hesitation. "I'd break up with you, of course. I could never reach your family's level." After hearing that, Quinn pushed down every word of confession she wanted to say and began a seven-year disguise. Running Summers Group was not easy. Every time family matters left her irritated and exhausted, she would return to Eastford. Wherever Conrad was, that was her second home. After so many years together, some things were already carved into her bones. Quinn could not live without Conrad. She could not leave him.

At the very center sat a folded slip of plain white paper, the handwriting forceful and ragged, worn through with exhaustion and longing, just one short line: "I'll spend the rest of my life gathering ten thousand casings, and still never buy back one forgiveness from you. Ava, I'm sorry." I brushed my fingers lightly over the cold, hard casings. Nothing stirred in me, no ache, only a complete, settled peace. Seven casings, once, had been ten years of my love and patience. Ten thousand casings now were the regret and atonement of all the years he had left. Only the love was over, and I had no regret in the missing of it.

Luna Marigold waved over from the outdoor dining area. So Eli led Riley in the direction of where the Alphas family was seated. "Oh, I'm so glad you could join us and you're just in time! Isn't the sunset beautiful from here?" "Dear, as much as the sun setting is beautiful, let us introduce our family. Please, Riley and Eli, I would like you to meet our oldest daughter Penelope, our future Alpha and eldest son Zachary, and our two youngest sons Levi and Alex, the twins." "It's so great to meet you all," Riley said as she made her rounds, giving them all hugs.

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

" I looked at him, so confident and righteous, and almost thought it was funny. Even now, he believed I was doing this out of spite and that I should be waiting for him, as if it were natural. People along the mountain road had already stopped to watch. Murmurs rose among them. "Hey, Mr. Director. In our local weddings, the marriage is considered done once the carriage moves. It's considered bad luck for you to interrupt it like this!" "Shut up! Caroline is my bride! She's just doing this to get back at me!" The villagers laughed in his face. "She waited for you for four years and went down the mountain seven times for you. You didn't cherish her when you had the chance, but now that she's f

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

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"Seven like the number?" Seven nods as he carries the bag of groceries for me towards the lift. "Yea... Seven like the number. And just so you know, Seven is a lucky number." "I've heard that before..." His green eyes sparkle. "And what actually made my mom call me Seven is because I was born on the seventh day of the seventh month." "7th July?" Seven nods. "Gee! Sorry for being so awkward on the first day... Blame it on being born a writer."

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."