The Seventh Time Novels & Stories

“What is he saying?” Marcus watched carefully. “Wait.” The vision shifted. Adrian's lips moved again. This time Elena understood. Don't trust the seventh. The basin went dark. Elena froze. Selene looked confused. “The seventh?” Lyra counted the Guardians. “There are seven.” Elena shook her head. “Adrian wouldn't warn me about a Guardian without explaining.” The First Luna's expression changed. For the first time, she looked troubled. “There was never supposed to be a seventh.”

Yselle arrived just before nightfall, riding hard the second Corvin's letter reached her camp. For the first time since I’d met her, she looked truly shaken. Not just grim. Shaken. "Say it again," she demanded, before she'd even dismounted. "The word. Seventh. Exactly as you heard it used." "The seventh does not vote," I repeated. "The seventh has not voted on anything in longer than any of us can measure." All the color drained from Yselle’s face. She looked like she’d seen a ghost.

****** 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

I don't know what happened but I fainted, and the darkness engulfed me. 𝙎𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 7𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩??

Part of her wanted to deny it and just shrug it off, thinking that maybe, maybe it's just normal, and heartbreaks constantly happen. But can she even blame whatever sorcery there is? It happened for the fifth time already. She fell in love for the fifth time already and goodness gracious, it still is unrequited. Eight whole months of dating are gone in a flash because one likes commitment, the other despises it. That seems to be the case every single time. They would end the relationship, and she will let stupidity take over her broken system and try to mend things back together. Every experience had some differences, but it's always the same excuse.

“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.

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"Seven like the number?" Seven nods as he carries the bag of groceries for me towards the lift. "Yea... Seven like the number. And just so you know, Seven is a lucky number." "I've heard that before..." His green eyes sparkle. "And what actually made my mom call me Seven is because I was born on the seventh day of the seventh month." "7th July?" Seven nods. "Gee! Sorry for being so awkward on the first day... Blame it on being born a writer."

A smooth voice called out. She looked up to her archenemy looking down at her. Famous, arrogant and extremely rich Aiden Smith. Clara hated his guts and the way he spoke. Aiden's voice was surprisingly too cool for the pride he exudes. While growing up, they meet during parties and they’ve never been on good talking terms. He was simply unavoidable. If he wasn’t at a party she was, he was at a restaurant or a coffee shop. His presences was everywhere she went, almost as if he was stalking her. But he wasn’t. They just visited lots of places in common.

“I’ve been hiding it from you for a long time. But I think it’s time you knew.” My eyes narrowed. “And what is that?” She met my gaze, her expression unreadable. “I am Seven.”