Team 7 New Novels & Stories

I called through the radio before waiting. “Team one, southern line holding strong. “Team two, reinforcements arrived from dark forest, we have taken the hill and are holding the advantage. Ready to push back at your command.” Well at least things were going well somewhere. With team seven on their way to the southern border and the line holding the western line seemed to be the weakest at the moment. “Any objections to positioning team eight here.” I asked pointing to a spot on the map before me that would e between teams three and four.

He even posed like a Viking about to go to war, complete with a wild roar. “Sounds strong,” Mary shouted from the sidelines. Everyone laughed in reaction. “Team two?” Mr. Tachibana asked. Nicolas said, “Team Mother Earth.” “Sounds stable,” Mary said, chuckling. Katherine said, “Is everyone going for elemental team names?” At this, Michael announced, “Nope. We are now officially named Team Superhero!” He even did a Superman pose with his feet apart, hands on hips, and chest puffed out. A loud cheer erupted, and Michael beamed with delight.

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

After the car lost control on the highway, the passengers around me were all panicking, calling their loved ones to say what they thought might be their final goodbyes. The airbags had gone off. Glass covered the seats. My hands were shaking as I pulled my burning-hot phone from my pocket. Only after a long while did I finally call Vito Moretti. When he rejected my call, I sent him a text instead. 【I probably won’t make it out of this one. Vito, what a shame that we won’t get to grow old together.】 As I stared at the chaos outside the car window, I was strangely calm. The driver managed to avert disaster, and after I escaped the accident unharmed, I saw that Vito had posted my text on his so

Jack said entering the dining shirtless but only on trouser and that was a sight that has gotten many girls on their knees. "And she might even be excited and plan to take it as a welcome surprise to Ace" The last of us, Asher, said whilst coming in through the front door in a suit, he must have been there for a while listening to us. As he said that, I saw a fleeting smirk on Adam's expressionless face, and then I knew they were not taking no for an answer and right now they have total advantage over the matter to the extent that their advantage even stretches to where Quinn is. And if I want to forcefully invite Quinn into the mansion without any of them interfering, how many of them can I

I just stood there, dumbly staring at the moonlight grass smashed beneath Theodore's foot. A figure stepped between us. I looked up. It was Theodore's Beta. His eyes flicked to the frayed hem of my trousers. He pulled out a tablet and scrolled through it. "Emma Windsor. You were exiled from Crimson Flame Pack for seven years. How dare you sneak back?" He found the record and let out a small, mocking sound. "Hm. Seven years was up a month ago. I can't believe you have the nerve to come back."

Frederic continues to complain while I on the other hand actually focus on patrolling. Squad 8 was chosen for the patrol along with Squad 7; we were roughly 18 Legionnaires. Squad 8 consisted of Quintus the one eyed soldier, Pal’lacon the Veteran, Frederick the glutton, Varkii who was our leader, The four poets; Kant, Darren, Stephen, Matthew and lastly, I. Squad 7 did not have a leader so for now they deferred to Varkii. If the circumstances were any different I would have been complaining along with Frederick. But the members of Squad 7 had a stern look that enveloped their eyes. They seemed to be on alert, actually watching out for something.

Adi let out before the team selection and everyone agreed to him hooting in joy. They teamed into two. Team A has Maverick, Anurag, Adi and Payal while Team B has Adinew, Naitee, Avian and Aarush. Before starting the match Anurag explained the rules and the game began. Sweating like there is no tomorrow boys removed their t-shirts while both girls set on the bench watching them play as both ran out of energy very quickly.

again. He could only listen to me. “Where’s my phone?” Brody set aside his work. “I forgot to tell you. When you fainted, you broke your phone.” His expression was calm. “I’ll buy you a new one later.” “I see.” I said nothing else after that. He wanted to burn all of my bridges, huh? But he never expected that I would one day recover all of my memories and stop him from manipulating me. While I was planning to borrow a phone from someone after Brody left, he said, “Be good. Once I’m done with work, let’s move abroad.”

“She’s gone. And you’re here… There always have to be seven players. No more, no less. When one dies, someone else is brought in.” Farrah’s eyes widened. “You mean… I’m her replacement?” Shane didn’t need to answer… Then, he handed the newspaper… Farrah reached for it without hesitation. “Read it… It’ll explain more than I can.” Shane muttered. Just like that, she unfolded the paper carefully… The words at the top of the page read: Seven Chosen for the Game of Sins.