Seventh Son Novels & Stories

"I want three days. Give me everything on Blue Moon—their illegal suppressants, the back-alley surgeries, and exactly how they've been draining the pockets of the poor through medical fraud. I want them to spit out every cent they've stolen, along with a side of blood. As for that accomplice from the Glen Pack... do whatever you want with them." "Got it!" Seven nodded enthusiastically. He tucked an ultra-thin laptop under his arm and vanished into the LA night like a ghost. Nobody would have guessed that this kid was "7"—the genius hacker who had brought the global banking system to its knees three years ago. Seven had always carried a look of natural aggression. Because he'd experienced an

“Suite 707.” His face didn’t change and he just looked at me like I was a bug on his shoe. I held my breath. “I think… I think you’ my son’s father.” He stares. Long and hard. Then he looked around like he was checking if anyone was watching. He whispers, “Security—” “No!” I say fast. “Please. Just listen to me. I don’t want your money. I’m not here to make a scene.” He frowned. “You are a gold-digger.”

The entire world changed. Auren saw the beginning. Two children. One Heart. One destiny. And a prophecy. Only one may inherit the Seventh Force. Auren stared. “What is this?” The Father answered: “The Seventh Force cannot belong to two people.” Zero looked at Auren. “So that's why…” The Father nodded. “You were born together.” He pointed at Auren. “But only one of you could become the successor.” Auren's eyes narrowed. “And you chose me.” “No.” The Father looked at Zero.

"How could you do such a wicked thing?! Why would you try to hurt Avery?!" "What?!" I gasped, looking between them in utter horror. "Mother, no! I didn't hurt her!" "Don't lie to us!" Eleanor screamed, stepping closer to me, her eyes burning with pure hatred. "You pushed an innocent, pregnant woman down in the garden! You tried to kill my son's unborn child! Is that how vile you are?! Because you couldn't bear a child yourself after five years of marriage to my Jackson, you wanted to destroy Jaden's legacy too?!"

My husband, Harrison Knight, was a workaholic. When stomach pain landed me in the hospital, he had his assistant send me medication. When my mother underwent surgery, he was abroad negotiating an acquisition. In seven years of marriage, he'd missed three of my birthdays and five of our anniversaries. He always said, "The company's still getting off the ground. I can't afford to slow down." I understood. Years ago, his first love, Celeste Foster, had left him because he was poor. Afterward, he'd sworn he would make something of himself. He went on business trips, had late nights, and worked himself to the bone. For seven years, Harrison had pushed himself relentlessly, going from a pen

To her, he was simply part of the house—like the marble countertops or the smart windows that tinted themselves against the sun. “Morning, darling,” she said to me, voice light and distracted. She kissed the air near my cheek, already reaching for her tablet. “Your father is in one of his moods again. Something about network security and that engineer he fired last month. He’s been updating Seven all week like the robot’s suddenly going to develop free will and burn the house down.” She laughed softly, the sound completely unconcerned, and waved a manicured hand in Seven’s general direction without actually looking at him. “As if anything could actually go wrong with one of his precious prot

Right before my wedding, I suddenly discovered that Rhett Calder had been making a mysterious transfer every month. The recipient was his first love, Colette Branson. For seven years, it had been seventy thousand dollars a month, more regular than my period. I put the statements in front of him and demanded an explanation. He was busy working and didn't even look up. "Colette once had an abortion for me. This is my way of making it up to her. "Don't worry. Money's the only thing I'll ever give her." I cried. I made a scene. My friends all tried to talk me down. "It's only seventy thousand. Rhett's so rich he'd think seventy thousand was too cheap to even buy you a handbag. "The firs

“Hope I’m not catching you at a bad time.” I stared at the ceiling, tracing the faint lines of the ceiling design. “Mr. Berlin. Hi.” “I’ve been thinking about our conversation today. My son really is a good man. Steady. He could give you the kind of life most girls dream about—Security, travel and more.”

(Jeoff POV's) “Icy, stop clinging to Uncle Shin, he is an opponent.” I was surprised when I heard Seven said this. Then my family was speechless. “Is he your son?” Shin asked and he laugh out loud. “Well, pretty obvious, you have the same attitude brother Joeff! Come here my boy!” The Elder silently looked at him and he was already sitting. Then my fake son Seven, looked at him, he walked towards him and kissed him on his cheek.

I had just finished my night shift and was eating tacos at a roadside stand when my phone suddenly buzzed. "Are you Kevin Weston's father?" "Please come to the Southvale police station. Kevin smashed the windshield of a luxury car parked by the road. The owner is demanding 50,000 dollars in compensation!" The officer's stern voice came through the phone. I froze. The taco I had just picked up with my fork slipped right back onto my plate. "Officer, you must have the wrong person. My son drowned and died three years ago. We even have his death certificate." But the officer clearly didn't believe me. He flipped through some records and continued, "You're Justin Weston, a security guard at the