The Seventh Time Novels & Stories

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?"

another girl said. “No, after all, today is Sunday, the Lord’s day and we should never rush. Who knows what could happen and what we could be prevented from,” Seven simply said, it was something she heard before. She didn’t know where she heard it, but she knew she heard it and it had been something that felt that she had repeated to herself over and over before. “As you wish,” the woman said and pointed at the girl that claimed she arrived before Seven. When she was entering the room she smirked as she wanted to show off that she could always get her way.

She felt time stop and she didn't know the word to utter. " How do you mistakingly sleep with someone Adam?'' She finally asked trying to hold back the sobs " We were drinking and it was all a blur, there were girls at the party and...i didn't mean to" Adam said and reached out to take Riley's hand across the table. she immediately withdrew from him and looked around then covered her mouth with her palms and sniffed almost loudly.

𝘴, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴�

Still holding to my hope, eyes were closed tightly, afraid of accepting the reality. "Please, come out. I'll be waiting 'til ten." My grip from the key tighten as well, but it's not as tight as how I am holding to my hope now. Four, five, six. I'm starting to lose my grip on the hope I am saying. Seven, eight, nine. Although, I already sound like giving up earlier, my hope got bigger as I am hoping that maybe you will come out at the last number. "Ten." I give up. There's no you anymore and will never be. It's just myself giving such false hope.

The territory had been experienced. Ernest wrote: The seventh year has been the year of the becoming-real. The sixth year was the year of the naming. The seventh year was the year in which the named things became actual: the east wing, the trips, the writing, the summer evenings in the kitchen garden, the clean repair of the June difficulty, the quince blossom setting. The naming was the intention. The seventh year was the intention becoming the fact. He read this back and found it accurate. He thought it was the most accurate description of the seventh year that was available.

Before that, Susan didn't want to eat, and Caleb had to coax her to eat—Seven failed markings, seven excuses to run to Susan, seven times to abandon me without hesitation. I gave him seven chances, but he didn't have the time to mark me. The last time when Caleb left me, my heart got used to it. I was not as sad as I was the last seven times. Maybe I had long been accustomed to being abandoned alone, or perhaps I had long expected his departure.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

"She did. Over and over again. Every lifetime, every rebirth, she finds you. And every time, something keeps you apart." "How many times?" I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted to know. "Seven lifetimes. Seven chances to get it right. Seven failures." Seven. We'd found each other seven times, and seven times we'd been torn apart.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you see?” “They’re looking for someone.” “Who?” “I don’t know.” I closed my eyes, trying to pull the vision back. Nothing. Then one word came to me. “Seven.” Marcus froze. “What?” “Seven.” His expression changed. “Are you sure?” “I saw a door. There was a seven on it.” He stared ahead. “That doesn’t make sense.” “What doesn’t?” “There is a Collector facility with seven levels.” My heart dropped. “Where?”