7 Minutes Aot Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Admit it, Aaru. You’re starting to fall for me.” Her fingers froze over her phone’s screen. She typed one word: ‘No.’ Avyaan smirked. “Liar.” --- The air between them shifted again, from playful to charged with an unspoken tension. He leaned back on his elbows, his gaze never leaving hers. “Seven days,” he repeated, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Use them well, Aaru. Because after that, I won’t take no for an answer.” She stared at him, unsure of what to say. But the warmth in his voice, the sincerity hidden beneath his teasing, left her heart pounding. She turned away, typing quickly:

ASHER'S POV By the time we stepped out of the vintage car paradise, it was about twenty eight minutes to seven and but was dark outside. Left to Aaron and I, we don't even want to leave but Nicole also made a reservation for seven and I don't want to waste her money and effort.

He frowned. “You’re negotiating the wrong direction.” “I know.” “Four.” “Seven.” “Three.” “Seven.” “Fine. Seven.” I smiled. “Good boy.” His eyes darkened. Everyone went silent. Chase groaned. Damion looked confused. Lydia started laughing. Nicholas stared at me. “You are playing a dangerous game.” I leaned closer. “Seven days.” His hand came carefully around my waist. “Seven days.” “Rest.” “Yes.” “Doctor’s orders.”

As soon as she flung the curtains open, she saw him standing downstairs in the autumn breeze in a khaki sweater. She could not help feeling a surge of warmth spread through her body at this sight. She told herself that if he could do this for seven days…she would go down and talk to him. Luna counted the days off her fingers and could not help feeling that seven days would be too long and that Joshua would not be able to last this long. However, on second thought… The pain she had suffered for him was seven years. If he thought that seven days was too much for him to handle, then it meant that he really did not cherish her at all!

“She is right behind that door.” Great. Just what I needed–being the topic of gossip around the Pack. It's been less than twelve hours since we arrived, and I'm not the topic in everyone's lips. “It’s been seven years.” Sure is. And I planned on staying dead until your Alpha waltz into my life and uprooted me. I rolled my eyes at my thoughts, as I gently got out of bed. What was I thinking following Zenith without much of a fight? Not even one failed escape attempt.

After Heath Renwick abandons me and our daughter for Celeste Worthing's dog for the seventh time, we finally learn our lesson. He parades around with Celeste and the dog, trending online, landing magazine features, and I don't say a word. He even tears up our daughter Maisie's favorite sketchbook to line the dog's bed, and she doesn't cry or make a fuss. Then the dog chases Maisie down a flight of stairs. She hits her head and ends up in the ER with a concussion, and only then does Heath bother to show up. "Raven! Why didn't you tell me? I'm Maisie's father too!" I spend the whole night sitting outside the emergency room. I look at him, my voice perfectly calm. "It's nothing serious,

“I get why you did it.” My forehead creased. “I didn't…” “I cheated too.” The world around me vanished, my eyes blurring. My ears rang, my brain slowing down in the process of registering what I just heard. “What?” He swallowed. “It was a mistake. I was falling apart, Liv.” My pulse roared, disbelief stronger than any other emotion. “How long?” His eyes dropped and I already knew I wasn't going to like the answer. “Seven months.” My laugh came out completely unhinged. “Seven…” I scoffed loudly. “Seven months?”

“I want you to come over here, split me open and fuck your girlfriend senseless.” His eyes flare with heat as every word lands. “Say no more.” And just like that, the video call ends. I stare at the blank screen for a second, almost convinced I imagined the whole thing. Then reality hits, and a wild thrill shoots through me. He’s coming. *Right now.* I toss the phone onto the bed and glance at the clock. Seven minutes. I’ll give him seven minutes before I start pacing like a lunatic. But those seven minutes feel like forever.

It’s strong, independent, and… why the hell am I thinking about this? “She better know,” Azaire says, “I’ve waited for her for seven years. I’ve already been patient, and now I have a mate who doesn’t know about our bond? Bullshit!” Then the front door slams shut, and my ears finally relax. Bullshit, indeed. I have no idea what they’re talking about, but it’s definitely overwhelming. I bite my lip and close my eyes, before I crawl into the bed in the middle of the room, and sink into the soft mattress, wrapping the coconut-scented covers around me. Maybe I’ll just sleep here for one night, and then I’ll pack my stuff tomorrow. I’m exhausted.

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.