The Seventh Man Summary Novels & Stories

the woman that was sitting in between the two men said. “Sure,” Seven said. “What is your name?” “I have no name.” “What name do you go by?” “Seven.” “How old are you?” “Don’t know.” “Where are you from?” “Don’t know.” “How many languages can you speak?” “I don’t know.” “Why don’t you know?” the man on the right of the woman finally asked.

The man continued in a cold voice. Samuel nodded and smiled to show that he understood. But just as his eyes finally softened, Samuel still said, "However, even if what you said is so scary, I still have to stick to it and discuss changing the bet. What do you think?" "You shameless brat, I..." The man immediately said angrily. However, halfway through his words, he was stopped by the Seventh Princess. The man was unwilling and whispered in the Seventh Princess' ear, "Seventh Princess, this person is just taking advantage of this opportunity to play some rogue. Don't pay attention to him, or you will be humiliated."

Seven was a man or a woman or what he or she looked like. The only thing known was that Dr. Seven served Zerwick and had not only helped resolve the issue of grain production but also cultivated numerous rare varieties. Dr. Seven was considered a top talent that was highly sought after by countries around the world. "Sir, the higher official has sent us a message, hoping we can protect Dr. Seven. However, they have already lost contact with Dr. Seven for over a month, and there is no news about Dr. Seven." This matter was indeed delicate. Asmein and Zerwick had never been friendly in recent years. Now, Asmein was attempting to poach Dr. Seven, undoubtedly in an attempt to break free from the

The night they arrived, he even posted something online to make it clear he thought I was copying him. In our seventh year, the gift was the divorce agreement. Seven years, and looking back, the distance between us had grown the entire time without me noticing. Two notifications came through on my phone. One was from Vera that read, “Sean, nine tomorrow morning. Do not forget.” The other was from Austin. “Last night of our seven-day romance. Vera says she wants to make it a night to remember.” My eyes stayed on the paintings for one last moment before I switched off the screen.

"How am I supposed to grab my fate if I can't even defend against a bunch of wolves? You told me before that I have many strong enemies. I do not know who they are but I am certain of one thing. My enemies are far more powerful than those wolves. To them, such creatures are preys, and yet I could not even defend myself when they attacked. That means those that are hunting me, would easily kill me when they find me." "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." A loud laughter, which was a huge contradiction to the gloomy atmosphere rang in Mane's mind space. The laughter of the 7th, was so piercing that Mane's eardrums almost erupted. He looked confused. The 7th rarely spoke. According to the others, he walked the p

The moment Finnley spotted Felix, he stood up and reprimanded him loudly. As the younger generation, any disrespect from Finney might be forgiven, but Dominic had to maintain composure, especially now. A gentle breeze swept through, and the security guards stumbled backward several steps. Only then did everyone notice the elderly man standing two steps behind Felix—Seven, the head of Flair, founded by Averill. Without even lifting a finger, Seven had repelled the guards, showcasing an immense power that left the crowd in stunned silence.

“No, no, no!” Behind me, a sound filled the air. My head snapped back to see that Seven wasn’t dead. He moved, crawling across the blood-stained floor, one leg bent at a grotesque angle. His face was pale, his mouth bleeding, but his eyes still held that same manic glint. “You can’t get out,” he croaked, his voice hoarse but laced with triumph. I backed against the door, my chest rising and falling so fast it hurt. “Shut up.”

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

He was face to face with a man whose eyes were red and filled with madness with his claws out, ready to reap a life. “WHO SENT YOU?” Seven growled before throwing a punch in the man’s face. “You don’t deserve to know.” The man let out a maniacal laugh, not in the slightest bit worried about the blood that was dripping from his nose. “I will only tell you over my dead body.” “Then you can say hello to the devil on my behalf.” Seven swiftly clawed out the man’s throat followed by his heart to ensure that he remained dead. After that display of madness, his face reverted to being cold and expressionless like he had not killed a man a few seconds ago.

"I am sorry for the marriage of seven years and for our child. I have now suffered the consequences. Turns out Emily never loved me. She just wanted to use me to get what she wanted. I was too foolish and hurt the one who loved me the most." After he finished speaking, a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Having been with him for seven years, I naturally understood his habits. Seeing him like this, I knew he truly regretted what he did. Yet, his current reflection was what I had once longed for. But now it was too late. It was all useless. He weakly pushed himself up from the ground and then took out a credit card from his pocket, handing it to me. "I was severely beaten in Heliaston, and