Seventh Son Novels & Stories

Three years after my mom, Scarlett Vaughn, gets divorced, she suddenly finds herself being pursued by a man named Keith Lawrence. He dotes on Mom so much that it's almost ridiculous, driving her to and from work and making sure she gets a different breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. At the wedding, his eyes are red as he swears he'll never let Mom suffer even the slightest bit of hardship. But on their very first night as newlyweds, Keith slaps Mom so hard he ruptures her eardrum. Then he whips her with a belt, hits her with liquor bottles, and beats her with a baseball bat. The last time, Mom doesn't get back up. Then he pushes open my bedroom door and reaches for me. In a panic,

Bryan’s gaze was drawn to the report on the floor. He picked it up and scanned it. “Artificial heart replacement…” A flash of anger shone on Bryan’s face. He flung the medical report at me. “Aria Lewis, I never imagined you’d stoop to such despicable tricks for money! “You’re exactly the same as you were seven years ago. Everything revolves around money for you. Nothing matters to you except money!” I stood up and stared at Bryan’s healthy physique. I smiled softly as I silently picked up the report.

The other two at his back were also looking at him and were clearly asking the same question inside their head. ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~ [Some Information] Sevenths - A magical device designed and configured by the Seven Heroes. It's used for mass communication and its range may vary depending on the magical capacity of the caster. Sevenths do not require any object or device to summon, but it needs great concentration and mana. Upon successful summoning, it will take the form of a rook (one of the six chess pieces). Seven - A smaller version of Sevenths and requires a solid copy of the rook that the Seveths take as a form. It is made in a magical crystal that can be found at District 13 (to be

Someone at our college reunion suggested a game of Yes or No. By the time it was Luca Moretti’s turn, we were all a few drinks in. Even the men stationed outside the private dining room had relaxed a little. For one evening, everyone seemed willing to forget that the quiet boy from our finance lectures now ran the Moretti crime family. Chloe Russo glanced at me, something bright and knowing in her eyes, and dropped a handful of screenshots into the reunion group chat. They were from my private account. Seven years of loving Luca in secret, carefully preserved in 1,832 posts. “Elena says you’ve been together for seven years.” She tipped her head toward him. “Yes or no?” I looked at him before