7 Minutes Eren Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Funny thing is how we met. And then the way we connected. If anybody had told me I’d be in a relationship soon, I’d have dou – are you even listening to me?” Seven watched his younger sister, Angel, frustratingly, as she snores lightly. She sat across him in their living room, as the mid-afternoon rays sneaked through the curtains, highlighting part of Seven’s face. Angel arched her head sideways until her auburn braids fell, almost covering her entire face. Seven's voice had dragged her out of her light nap. “Oh, you were telling that story again?” She groaned.

He stares at the older and cold-looking Ronan outside the silver bars, then turns back to look at me with disbelief written all over his eyes. I just nod in response. He clenches his fists tightly. Soon, a furious roar escapes his throat. "He's not worthy of being your mate! I'll kill anyone who wants to hurt you, regardless of who they are!" As opposed to the 28-year-old Ronan, the 18-year-old version of him loves me more than anything else in the world. Naturally, he will definitely stick to the promises he has made to me. ... When Ronan Thorne came back, he was reeking of the overly sweet scent of his secretary, Evelyn Stone.

Lauren’s Pov With all of the hardships that I have encountered in my life, I didn’t know that I will be these happy but I guess happiness only lasts that long because I can feel my heart being ripped out of my chest while I am here in our bed and looking at Ethan, fixing his clothes because he will be gone for a week. I pouted and play my legs in the air while I take a glimpse at him, shirt naked and seriously hot in fixing his clothes.

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

This was the man who once told me he loved me and wanted to make me happy for the rest of my life. Me: “Get out! I don’t want to see you again!” I screamed, pointing toward the door. Liliana: “Are you deaf? Get out!” Liliana hit Perry with a broom, furious. After Perry left, I felt like all my strength had drained out of me, and I sat on the floor with empty eyes. Even if he was trash, he was still the man I had loved for seven years. Liliana: “Irène, cry! You’ll feel better.”

he continued. She noticed it all of a sudden, removed her leg, and got to her feet. "Sorry, young master." "It's okay. Even if today doesn't work, tomorrow might." "Tomorrow?" asked Rory. "You mean, tomorrow we're going to try to sneak out? Again?" "You are very smart," Now he was encouraging her. What occurred recently—a few days or weeks ago? "Rory, you are a fool." He would say. Eren returned to his pillow and motioned with his hand for her to leave his room. "Come back after two hours." They'd just finished eating breakfast not long ago, so he could tell it was still morning.

Real. The silence stretched between them. Eira became aware of how close he was, how familiar he felt despite the years, and yet how unfamiliar. The boy she remembered was gone. The man sitting beside her had conquered kingdoms. People feared him. People lowered their eyes when he entered a room. Even after seven years, this was proof that love alone solved nothing. While Eira was lost in the labyrinth of her thoughts, Evren was entirely consumed by desire. His hand rode higher up her thigh. Goddess, she smelled so sweet, so delicious, so real. He licked a stripe of her skin. Despite her muddy mind, Eira moaned softly.

"Mom, this is the– only god knows time, that I've been calling ya name." "It's the seventh, sweet Jesus. Reeena, stop exaggerating." Mom said, rolling her eyes. "Oh, you were awake all this time?" She smirked. "My ears are, but my eyes and body need five more minutes." "Mumm you're gonna be late." "Nah, it's not even seven for the love of sweet melons and apples, go eat without me." "Okay, Mom, only five more minutes." Areena landed a kiss on her forehead and exited her room.

In the next photo, Darren and I were locked in a tight embrace on stage. I looked at those photos, and suddenly let out a delayed, mocking laugh. "When we exchanged rings, the direction of his toes was pointed toward you. He wasn’t moved by my marriage. He was crying for you. "When he hugged me, he was smiling at someone outside the frame. From the angle of the photo, that was you. "So seven years ago, he already had those feelings for you. No wonder he’s stayed single all this time. "What about you? When did it start for you?"

Seven weeks. Seven weeks, and I was the only person on earth who knew. Not my sister. Not the doctor I'd seen alone at a clinic two towns over, cash paid, fake last name, an instinct I hadn't stopped to question. Nobody. Especially not him. I thought about Elara Conti and her silk blouses and her Milanese accent and her hands already moving through the space I'd built. I thought about Viktor and his careful voice and that smooth patch of skin on his wrist and the fact that he had scheduled me out of his life with the same precision he used for everything else.