Sevens Wiki Novels & Stories

That shouldn’t be how things work. “How about our dear Cynthia?” I wondered about another friend since college in the UK. Cynthia is the daughter of a conglomerate mogul in Korea. I believe their business is called a chaebol. With her father's money, she doesn’t have to work for several lifetimes. Her family doesn’t expect her to take over the business anytime soon. She just lives in a giant penthouse in Hyde Park and is the star in all social scenes. “Look on the stage, and you shall see, darling.”

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.

"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."

“W- w- what do you mean by ‘David is a computer’?” the entire room started to spin around Seven. He stared at this man with his irritable grins. Wishing he had never embarked on this in the first place. Now sitting beside a chronic lair and staring into the dangerous eyes of their abductor, he wished he had stayed home.

Now that they had made it into the finals, it was entirely because I was carrying them single-handedly. Rowan, Rhea, and the rest never thought the team I led would be the one standing across from them in the finals. A sense of crisis crept over Rowan. He knew my ability as a jungler. With only a week left before the match, a batch of negative rumors about me suddenly exploded online. A heavily edited video was widely reposted by marketing accounts across all platforms, titled: Nina Vale’s Ultimate Simp.

Envy. Spiders that formed from the darkest corners of the mind crawled into cool fingertips, to skitter beneath the tightly drawn flesh, rough and scarred from a world too cruel. A gleam danced in a pair of eyes that had become shaded with repressed emotions, dangerous and boiling. A kettle on the stove, steam rising to curl against the ceiling above, drowning the body in waves of angry heat.

I didn't really care much to research about this pack, in fact nothing about it concerned me except for the fact that my celebrity crush belonged here. Dustin Bennett is a famous leader of the pop boys band, 7Rocks, as pertaining to the fact of being seven in number. I'd always had a crush on him right from high school and some day wished to marry him, I researched and found out he has six identical brothers of which he was the second.

“Speak.” “You have been dealing with internal instability.” He said. “Threats, sabotage, fear within your palace.” The room stilled. “Careful.” I was warned. Adrian didn’t look away. “Your seventh wife has been targeted because weakness affects the balance between our packs.” Several elders turned toward me. “My household is not open for discussion.” I said. “But it is already being discussed.” Adrian replied. “Across councils across borders.” He said and I clenched my jaw.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.