Romans & histoires Sevens

He was the one that was planning it as he did every other year. This year I was hopeful that I would meet my mate and so would Seven. "I stress about not meeting my mate" I pointed out sadly. "We are late bloomers," he said laughing. Seven found everything funny and lightened up any tense situation. He was soft and kind, too loving and extremely trusting. He was a hugger and he never ceased to give. His anger had a special box in his heart and it was locked away. It only came out to play on special occasions such as when the need to fight arose.

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Toronto, Canada Quinn POV Amongst the twenty-two women here, I only get along with Sarah. When I arrived she was so sweet and welcoming that I felt it was suspicious, it wasn't until a week and a half ago that she told me she had been crushing on Archie, one of the seven sins. Once a talk that relates to the seven brothers comes into our conversation, she can't keep her mouth shut any longer and rambles on about Archie all day long. She knew I was sent here by Ace and because of the few news she got from the United States she thought I was dating Ace only and that we both would become wives of the Luthers once Archie noticed here. Her so much love for Archie made it so difficult for me to br

****** 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

He closed the door behind him carefully. "Give me the brief, Gerald," I said, my voice dropping in a flat tone. "Marcus just called from Manhattan, sir," Gerald said, adjusting his earpiece. "Satellite server breach. Not a random hack. Tokyo Holdings is querying our archives." My jaw tightened. A sharp pain shot up my temple. "Which partition?" I growled. "Seven-year archive," Gerald reported, his voice crisp and military. "Target files: Sterling family assets." A cold, lethal fury settled deep into my marrow. Seven years ago. There were some secrets that should have stayed buried forever.

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—"

A final obsession she couldn’t let go of before she died. But to me? It was nothing but a contract that should’ve ended a long time ago. And now, the seven years were up. Looking around, I realized— there was nothing here worth staying for anymore.