The Seventh Man Summary Novels & Stories

I had been too focused on fighting the man above me, I did not notice that my legs were not being held down. I slowly struggled into a sitting position, my body, especially my face badly aching but I ignored it and focused on the scene in front of me. Seven was fighting, no, he was beating up the men like that were little kids. The four men tried to gang up on him but he easily evaded their attacks. He only stopped when he had succeeded in knocking them out cold. I sat there on the cold floor, badly bruised that I could not even see properly with one of my eyes as he finally turned to face me.

Seven people were walking toward Gerald. Their appearance took Gerald and the three by surprise. Among the seven people, there were six men and a woman. The leader of the group was an old man with messy hair. He had a cane in his hand, and it seemed that he was blind. However, he could walk very fast as if there was wind carrying his feet. They had a strong hostile aura. As the seven people came forth, even the fire Gerald had made quivered uncontrollably.

He looked at me in surprise. “What?” “That possibly your stubbornness would have led us to another scenario, Alex. You are a great agent, but your stupidity and need to have everything under your control, may have led us all to the graveyard. “But...” “Or you would simply be one of the seven agents who are being treated by the sedative.” I took his right hand gently “You cannot be held responsible for anything. Those guys who took Tom away weren't people asking for tea.” “Who were they, Olivia?” He asked whispering.

“I don’t think she’s just some country girl they brought back. All those people from the outside who’ve been putting down our Mr. Cromwell, saying Miss Seven is ill-mannered and a poor student—well, they clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.” “Evan, I have to admit, I was uncertain at first, but my rich brother said, once I meet Miss Seven, I’d understand why Mr. Cromwell has been transferring company shares recently. Just wait. Once Miss Seven takes control, the Cromwell family will soar to even greater heights!” “Unbelievable, Colin! You have such high praise for Miss Seven? Isn’t that a bit too much? I’m still waiting and watching. Sometimes Bruce throws out smoke bombs.”

he started to say closing behind him as we stepped, "Something about you must have caught her attention." "It's just my size," I shrugged uncomfortably. "I think it's your beaten dog face," he said surprising me. “It's true, it seems that you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, women love men with that mysterious and melancholic aura.” "Well, I don't think they’ll wanted something that dramatic...” "She's very good at keeping secrets too," he said returning to the topic on the way to the resort. "She's loyal, a good companion, friendly and beautiful. Have you noticed how beautiful she is? Forget it, you have to be blind not to notice it.”

He knew there were no bullets in it but, hopefully they wouldn't call his bluff. "Hey man," the man put his hands up. "Are you Seven from the Sabers?" "Who wants to know?" He cocked his gun hoping that they would be intimidated and run away. Four other men appeared from around the corner and a couple more jumped down from the roof of the store. He was surrounded. "You're on our territory, man." The guy smirked and shook his head. . "You should know better than to trespass on someone's else's territory." "I don't even associate with them anymore. I'm done living that kind of lifestyle." Seven explained as he slowly backs away.

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

He'd probably forgotten what today was. The fiery passion we shared at the beginning was reduced to cold distance. After being his girlfriend for seven years, I still hadn't heard him say he wanted to marry me. I wasn't stupid or blind to what was happening. When a man dragged things out for seven years, there must be something deeper. Lorenzo paused for a moment, then spoke with a hint of impatience. "I've told you. When the company goes public, I'll marry you. Don't keep bringing this up."

For seven years of my marriage to Damian Moretti, my daughter and I were so poor that every night we collected empty bottles from the alley behind a bar. Every time Ella traded the bottles in for change, she would ask me, "Mommy, do we have enough saved to go to the aquarium with Daddy yet?" Damian always said we had no money. Then, on the day I finally saved enough for three tickets, I arrived at the aquarium only to find him at the entrance holding his ex-girlfriend's hand, with her son in his arms. A staff member stopped us. "Sorry, Mr. Moretti has reserved the entire aquarium for a private event tonight." A bodyguard in black stepped up beside Damian and bowed his head. "Don, the car is

I tried to pull the ring off, but it would not budge. The metal cut deep into my flesh. It was too small and too tight, like a circle of fire wrapped around my finger bone. Every twist sent a fresh wave of pain shooting up my arm. However, what made my eyes sting was not the physical pain. It was what this ring represented. This ring had been prepared seven years ago. Seven years ago, before I had ever shared his bed, before I had stitched his first wound, before I had surrendered every inch of my soul to him, he had already chosen another woman.