7 Minutes Aot Fanfic Novels & Stories

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Chapter 286 Kian Seven hours. Seven hours, forty-two minutes, and eleven seconds. It has been the most agonizing, soul-shredding stretch of time in my entire life. Every single tick of the clock feels like a jagged blade dragging slowly across my chest. I am suffocating in a world that suddenly has no air, because the woman who gives me breath is gone. I close my eyes, but I can't escape it. My mind relentlessly loops back to the exact moment our world fractured.

He knew I was lying. And the worst part? So did I. Across the room... The door closed. Cheers erupted again. And just like that... Damon disappeared inside with her. Seven minutes. That was all it took. Seven minutes to ruin everything. Or maybe... To reveal what was already broken. Either way... The night had officially gone from zero… To messy.

There was no way I could. "I can't forget it." I whispered, turning my gaze away from his. "Antoine, how long have you felt like that?" Sucking in a breath, I closed my eyes and waited for Antoine to answer my question. The most I could pray for by this point was that it hadn't been too long, maybe a few months to a year. "7 years..." Antoine responded quietly. At his response, I felt the air whoosh out of me like I had been punched in the stomach. For 7 years, as long as I had feelings for Ashton, Antoine had feelings for me. What was worse, my feelings for Ashton were all based on a damn lie!

I tease, smirking. He frowns. “Don’t believe everything that idiot tells you.” “Mhmm, I wouldn’t have if you didn’t react the way you did. But it would be surprising if you didn’t move on. I mean, it’s been seven years.” “Of course, just as I assume you have,” he counters. I nod, my stomach sinking as I remember Phantom, my on-and-off boyfriend, if you can even call him that. Sometimes we don’t see one another for months.

Victory was truly sweet. “Good job, my queen,” Aero told me, squeezing my hand again. His eyes were full of love and pure adoration. I winked at him and squeezed back. “Right back at you, my king,” I said. ‘If you don’t want two thrones then let’s get busy, Serena,’ he mind-linked at me. ‘When is that fae fever you talked about again?’ I chuckled. ‘Hmm, roughly twenty-eight days from now.’ ‘Good,’ he winked back.

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov Seven days. We'd given the Council one week to respond to our offer. Seven days to decide whether they'd rather shape the future of supernatural integration or continue fighting it and becoming increasingly irrelevant. Seven days of preparation. Seven days of coalition coordination. Seven days of pretending to Grace that everything was normal while tension stretched like wire through every conversation, every meal, every quiet moment. Grace, being Grace, knew something was happening anyway.

He wanted to forget this whole ordeal, but he knew too well that Aaron was too stubborn to drop a fight and, so, he tiredly asked the burning question. "And why, pray tell, did she choose to tell me, but not you?" Justin droned out in a sleepy tone. He looked at his watch as he spoke. They had been at this for 7 minutes. Aaron, however, didn't seem too concerned of the time, but rather on the present topic. He was in a mood for a fight and Justin was his target.

I sat on the counter—legs spread, dress rucked up, cum dripping onto the floor, breath ragged. The turbulence eased. The seatbelt sign dinged off. I waited five minutes. Then I slipped back to my seat—dress smoothed, face flushed, thighs sticky. He was already in 1A. Looking out the window again. But when I passed, he glanced up. Our eyes met. He smiled—just a small, dangerous curve. I sat down. Pulled the blanket over my lap. And smiled back. We still had seven hours left. And I knew exactly how we’d spend them.

“Ten minutes is way too long. I will give you five…only five.” “Seven.” He huffs as if I am pulling his teeth out. “Fine, seven minutes, but not a second more. If he isn’t talking by then, you will do as I say and we will do it my way.” I nod. “But I need you to promise me that you won’t interfere.” He grits his teeth. He isn’t happy with my idea. “Sugar, I can’t promise you that.” I twirl my hair around my finger. “Let’s make a deal. If you last seven minutes…I will walk around the house in just my underwear all day.”