The Seventh Novels & Stories

By nine I knew the colony's three unofficial power structures, the names of the people who ran them, and which favors were worth asking for versus which would cost more than I could afford to repay. This was what surviving looked like on Verath Colony Seven. Verath Seven was a dying world. Not metaphorically — the planet's core had been cooling for a century, the tectonic instability increasing yearly, the mining infrastructure that had built the colony's original economic case becoming less viable with each passing decade as the deposits thinned and the cave-ins grew more frequent. The colonial authority's reports described the situation in terms like transitional restructuring and long-ter

"Transmit the data." Don slammed the enter key, the screen flashing green as the upload hit one hundred percent. "Tell Shinjiro to focus all his boys on Depot Seven," Don instructed, leaning close to the mic. "Dominic is out of cash, and the asset freeze cleared out his heavy guards. The seventh sector is a ghost town between two and three in the morning." "We confirm receipt," the liaison said flatly. "Get your bags packed. Before we change our mind." Out at the coastal villa, rain lished against the windows.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.

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—"

If the Seventh Army was that great, Zhou Fu couldn't fathom how great the fragile girl he was with was. “Ah, yes… You said about the Seventh Army, didn't you? They are the strongest team of all. Of course I'm probably just a fingernail compared to them. And I heard, the Seventh Army is filled with senior warriors who are quite old,” replied Zhao Yunlei explaining at length about the Army of Seven. But then her eyes bulged because he just realized one thing.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

The seven brothers, the seven abominations, the seven overloads resounded both in the underworld and in the civil world without end or losing momentum. Then, years later...

****** SPICE HIGH** Seven was seating at the rooftop alone,his headphones hanged around his neck,the song was playing silently. He suddenly checked the time and he stood up,,they are supposed to leave the school by 2pm and it's 2 already He started walking toward the entrance but then Theo came in and they both stopped walking on seeing each other,, Seven looked away first and made to pass his side but Theo spoke up "I hope you're enjoying the fame" He said and Seven stopped,,he faced him back

The hush in the hidden apartment was no longer a comfort. It was a suspended breath. Sabe sat at the steel desk, the light of the ancient tablet casting his face in a jaundiced blue glow. He had mapped the web, summoned the players, but the intel hung heavy in his belly like a weight of lead. The scope of the enemy was paralyzing. Section Seven was not a target; it was terrain. You couldn't shoot the air.