Seven Days War 소설 & 이야기

"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."

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

The New Year’s Eve countdown on the primary monitor reached the final ten minutes: 00:09:59. The battle for the global broadcast was no longer about machines, hackers, or hidden bases. It was a war between the ancient, frozen keepers of the status quo and the messy, dissonant future of a world finally waking up to its own power. The Seven Elders raised their hands, the Symphony Conduit spun faster, and the first note of the final war erupted in a blinding flash of violet light.

'Just a few more days,' I told myself. Once the paperwork was done, I could leave. ... I had exchanged most of my jewelry and properties for cash, stashing it away. Rory hadn't spoken to me all day until he came to my room that evening. He informed me that my father had been transferred to an overseas branch and would be leaving in three days, with my mother accompanying him.

When the man looked up, my heart didn't even skip a beat. It was Damian. He was a skeleton of a man. His suit was a tattered rag, caked in mud and dried blood. One of his eyes was clouded and scarred, and his face was a roadmap of trauma. The pride of the Moretti heir had been hollowed out; he looked like a beggar who had been living in the gutters. "Selena!" he cried, struggling against the guards. They let him go, and he collapsed at the base of the steps, crawling toward me.

"Conrad, if I went back to the Summers family, what would you do?" Conrad answered without hesitation. "I'd break up with you, of course. I could never reach your family's level." After hearing that, Quinn pushed down every word of confession she wanted to say and began a seven-year disguise. Running Summers Group was not easy. Every time family matters left her irritated and exhausted, she would return to Eastford. Wherever Conrad was, that was her second home. After so many years together, some things were already carved into her bones. Quinn could not live without Conrad. She could not leave him.

He was a very strict man and God knows if he’ll take the task lightly with me. “Amanda Ezeh… You’ll be going to Mr Richard Okafor's mansion to get his finger print on an important project we’re working on and you have only 7days to do that . Go home and pack your bags… Your ride will be here in 10 minutes ” The cocky old man said and got back to what he was doing. i still couldn’t believe what I just heard. I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone!!

He did not trust me after seven years together. The clock on the wall struck three. It was the last day of my bet with Bailey. It was also the date that Jeremy had planned to propose to me.

"Gather every enhanced wolf we can. Warn every pack. Prepare for what's coming." "And what is coming?" Alexei follows. "What do we call this?" I look back at the carnage. The blood. The bodies. The evidence of what Number Seven can do. "War," I say simply. "A war we're already losing." We stumble out of the factory into the predawn darkness. Somewhere out there, Number Seven is hunting. Four others are hunting. More are waking up every day. And eight billion humans have no idea what's coming for them. The hunt has just begun. And we're the prey.