7 Minutes Aot Eren Novels & Stories

Goodness that Ario didn't turn into one! "The debts are piling up…" He whispers as he keeps smiling while staring at the map. Seeing Ario smiling, Oliver says, "You're having fun it seems!" "Huh?" He folds up the map and walks towards the door as he replies to the dumbfounded Ario, " We’re running out of time, Lord Ario. Snap out!" He's right. Losing one second can be crucial for Erin if everything goes according to her prediction. Maybe this is the perfect time for Ario to repay her kindness.

Miranda walked over and drove the heel of her shoe straight down onto the back of my hand. "You're just a grease monkey. What makes you think you're some kind of savior? Leon, don't waste time talking to him. Lock him in solitary. We'll deal with him after the alarm stops." I looked at the timer on the wall. Seventeen minutes left before the core blew. "If the core blows up, none of us will make it out alive!" I shouted at Leon, spit hitting his boots.

**77 : 08 : 21 : 44** Blinked. Rewrote. **69 : 23 : 59 : 59** The numbers jumped violently, tearing away weeks in a heartbeat. Aria’s voice came out thin and high. “Timer jumped again,” she said. “You’re down to weeks now.”

Jordan quipped jokingly, smacking Lance on the back of his head as they both laughed. “Everyone, quit frolicking around and get your gears on for the game. We have just fifteen minutes left.” Eren's voice cut through the banter, commanding the team’s focus. “You guys heard the captain! Let's give out our hearts to this game!” Finn anchored, electrifying the locker room and igniting the team’s spirit in everyone. Eren moved to me, pulling me aside to a more quiet corner. “Hey, Eren —” I said, trying not to sound too awkward but casual but the truth was my heart was skimming at the edge of panic.

"I don't know...six or seven hours, maybe eight if it's good." I pulled my phone from my pocket to check the time and nearly fell over when I realized I might still be rolling tomorrow morning when Ernie and Hensley got up. I didn't know where the time went or if he meant seven hours from now or seven hours from when we took it, and I didn't want to be the paranoid loser who asked a bunch of questions. "Jude, man, your eyes look like pools." Ethan was a moron. My eyes were brown, so I wasn't sure what he was used to swimming in.

“Fourteen minutes?” “No,” Ines whispered. “Fourteen hours. Twenty-two minutes.” Varian straightened. Liora exhaled. She whispered, “Edda’s counting down.” Varian answered: “Then so are we.”

I finished. I’d done everything I could to sidestep the talk about the wet dream because as hot as it had been, I was also trying really hard to forget about it and there was no way I could if Eren kept talking about it. “You’ve waited for more than three years,” I continued after the long silence that settled between us like doom, “what’s a few months more?” “Really?” Eren’s head tilted as he moved closer to me— slow, certain— his footsteps hung heavy in the air as he moved, each step he took sounded like a ticking bomb about to go off, his eyes pinning me like a nail.

"And put these on too, will help with the noise and it's a communicator too." Erin simply nodded and allowed herself to be securely strapped in, sliding on the headphones. She held herself as stiff as a board, not even flinching when the pilot slid the door shut. A moment later, the engine roared to life, the blades gathering momentum until the big bird lifted off. "ETA in fifteen minutes, boss." Keagan's voice came over the earpiece and Ethan nodded

Sighing, Erin glumly forced a smile. "He deserves it," Erin said without a second thought. "Besides, I have no real use for it," he muttered beneath his breath. Erin had no room to be selfish the way Uriel is. He just doesn't, and it didn't bother Erin nearly as much as it should. "You listened to the whole thing, didn't you?" "Makes up for you listening to mine last week," he bumped his shoulders up, and Erin reluctantly admitted it was only fair. "Three minutes left," the shorter whispered as he glanced at his wall clock, slightly frightened of how he's going to get kicked off. Would it be painful? Would it glitch? Could he get stuck?

And I am tired of being so grown up. "What about the bus?" I ask. He checks his phone. "Ten twenty three. We have twenty seven minutes before the next one. That is enough time for pie." Twenty seven minutes. "Okay," I say. "Pie." He stands up first. He is taller than I thought. He must be six feet tall, maybe a little more. He holds out his hand to help me up, and I look at it for a moment. Long fingers. Pencil bump on the thumb.