The Seventh Novels & Stories

After what happened last time, no way I would leave her out of my sight. It's just that I do have a special feeling about tonight, I feel that she'll be turning to be mine - always and forever. Tonight will mark the seventh night after her death, maybe it's the reason why I'm sure about her waking up tonight since everything in life moves in cycles. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, all add up to become part of a cycle. Some cycles, such as the beating of the heart move fast, while a millennium moves very slow. The number seven is much more prevalent in nature than most of us realize: There are seven oceans, seven continents, seven vertebrae in the neck, and it'

“You knew she was coming?” Velan glanced down. “I hoped you’d make it far enough for her to want to come.” Azriel exhaled. That kind of pressure didn’t feel like destiny—it felt like being a thread in someone else’s tapestry. Kael shifted, glancing up at the treetops. “So what is the Seventh? Another flame? Another battle?” “No,” Velan said. “The Sixth was the last flame. The Seventh is what’s left.” Mira stopped pacing. Her voice was all edge. “Left of what, exactly?”

"I smelled something off long ago. Those two were never true friends—Ivy was just trying to climb the social ladder." "She's the Blood Moon Pack leader's daughter, after all. She needs a few companions for contrast. Who told Ivy to be a homeless girl?" "Seven years without marking—shows this Alpha never considered her a true mate." "Ivy's wild charm now is much more interesting than some hothouse precious woman. Should've teamed up with her more during hunting season." "What good is noble blood? Can money buy an Alpha's true heart?" Someone lowered their voice in warning: "Keep it down. Sophia's family has powerful influence. No good comes from offending them..."

I didn't even know which of his promises were real anymore. I lifted my head, gazing at him, and murmured, "It's been seven years. We've been together for seven years." His indifference melted a little. He leaned across the desk and pulled me into a tight hug. "I know you've waited a long time, but right now, the company is at a critical point," he murmured. "I can't get distracted. I need to focus on work. This company is something we worked hard to build. We've come so far. You understand, right?"

[Ms. Fleming, will you continue the treatment? If you will, don't forget to collect your medicine.] [Ms. Fleming, your condition is quite serious. It will only deteriorate if you don't treat it. Don't give up. If you do, you'll forget everything in seven days.] I looked at the messages from Dr. Chester Richmond for a long time without replying. Perhaps having amnesia was not such a bad thing after all. I could not recall anything worth remembering in my entire life.

The more Seven trained they could see that her aura was getting stronger and she had this authority around her always. Seven sat in front of the dresser in the room looking at her reflection in the mirror while she was combing her hair, “It has been almost six months that Jacob has left and I still don’t remember who or what I am,” she told the reflection. “I really wish I could get my memories back soon,” she said after tying her hair and heading to bed. Seven’s wish did come true, but it what up to her if she would believe it or not. That night she dreamt of an orphanage or more like an old house with many children eighteen years and under. Among those children, there was one girl that loo

“I’m proud of you.” Seven did not answer. When she was done, he thanked her and went out of the door. Outside, Milkos was waiting. His back against his new car, grinning from ear to ear. Clad in ripped jean shorts and a vintage shirt. The night was breezy so the wind played with the loosely fitted shirt, making his chest visible. Seven’s face brightened at the sight of his friend. “Is this you?” Milkos gagged as Seven walked over. “No, it’s YouTube.” They hugged.

The rogue clone jumped into the driver’s seat, tires screaming as she tore out of the blackened circle of the bungalow. As they hurtled through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the clone reached into her vest and pulled out a small, encrypted tablet. She tossed it into Maya’s lap. "My name is Seven," the clone said. "Or at least, that’s what’s etched into my bone marrow. There were twelve of us in the Delta batch. I’m the only one left who hasn't had a total neural reset."

" Edoardo's eyes were clear and luminous. They were filled with nothing but the excitement, hurt, and devotion of a man who had finally found his way back to his owner, whom he had searched for seven years. He flinched as if burned when his fingers grazed mine, and the tears he had been holding back finally began to fall. I looked indifferently at him. "It seems like everything that had to be handled is already settled, so let's discuss the promise you made to me seven years ago." Edoardo shuddered violently.

Katleho said. “What I know is that. The Sevens brother’s are a big organization operating globally.They deal in drugs and if you don’t do your job they kill you without mercy.They chop your head off and feed it to their pig’s” Vincent said. “Where do you get your merchandise?”I asked.