7 Minutes Fanfic Novels & Stories

7 Months Later It's officially been 7 months since everything had happened. 2 months after Nicholas told me the truth, he asked me to be his girlfriend. He'd planned a private, candle lit dinner on top of one of the most - if not the most exclusive restaurant in the city and he had it decorated with roses. It was perfect. It's been officially 1 year and 4 months since I met just about the most amazing man I could think of. He loves me like no man ever has and he's never made me feel undeserving of love nor has he made me believe he didn't love me. Over the past few months, I'd grown close with Stasia. I see her as my own daughter sometimes, she was the most adorable girl ever and I couldn't

My hand trembled as I tapped into the deleted drafts. There, one memo recorded the names of seven human girls, alongside detailed notes on their preferences. I froze. Pointing at the screen, I asked, “What is this?” Shawn’s face changed. In a panic, he reached over and tried to delete it again. “Shawn,” I said, voice tight, “You said we’ve been together for over seven years. Then why are all the memories only from seven years ago? What about everything after that? Weren’t we together?”

Hard and rough. This is the first time I'm with her, with any woman, after seven years. I’m going to take my fucking time. Even if every second I waste teasing her makes me lose my mind. “So…tight,” I groaned, kissing her again. She nods, her eyes closing when I push another finger in. Her mouth parts in a silent moan. Only heavy breathing. “You’re so fucking tight,” “Seven years,” I lose all sense of control from her whispered words.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

I'm already backing toward the mouth of the cave, smile still glued in place. I turn and walk out before either of them can stop me. The forest air is sharp, almost punishing, and I suck it in until my lungs burn. I head deeper between the trees because if I stop moving I'll fall apart. Seven more days. Seven days of watching them be intimate, kissing, touching, laughing. Seven days of pretending I'm not bleeding every time she touches him. Seven days until the portal opens again and Ariel gets sent home. I press the back of my hand against my chest, as if I can hold the pieces of my heart together by force.

he invited. “No, I'm tired. How long will this take?” “Around seven to ten days, we have these days to ourselves,” he smirked, I spotted the dirt in his eyes—always horny, I rolled my eyes and lay back. "Alright, my love, take your time, I will be right back,” he said, kissed my cheeks, and then walked out. I closed my eyes as I thought of being here for seven days, it would be a long journey. ~A WEEK LATER~

“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.”

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.

“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:

He said as he looked at her. “Gavin is only a year older than me, and we did have some of the same friends growing up.” She said, and he nodded, “One party everyone wanted to play seven minutes of heaven.” “What’s that?” he asked. “Basically, you are locked in the closet for seven minutes with someone whose name you drew out of a hat.” She said. “He drew my name. We were locked in the closet for a bit longer than seven minutes as the guys thought it was funny to leave us in there.”