7 Minutes Fanfic Novels & Stories

The door closed behind her with another soft click. She made it halfway down the corridor before she had to lean against the wall, thighs pressed tight, trying to catch her breath. She could still feel him—his fingers, his heat, his voice in her ear. All she could think about was next week. Seven days. Seven days until she could beg him to let her touch him. Seven days until she could finally drop to her knees.

Crystal slightly glared at him before leaning to kiss his cheek. As her lips touched Rayan's cheek, he felt his body jerked, his heart started to beat fastly so that he became afraid that it'll jump out soon. 7 years. It's been seven years since he didn't get her touches. He pressed his hand on his heart quickly as she pulled away, trying to calm his heart down.

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,

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I struggled to stop the incessant fluttering of my eyelashes. Seven smiled, "I know I have asked you this before, but considering all that has happened in the last six years, I feel is only right that I ask you again." I held my breath. "Winter Sharp, since you have stolen my heart and refused to give it back, will you marry me?" I burst into tears and then giggled. Jumping like a child, I said loudly, "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you, Seven!" With shaky fingers, Seven took out a diamond ring from his pocket and slipped it on my finger. I jumped into his arms. He held my waist with his firm hands, pressing my body into his.

I had to be clear with myself. This wasn't tender or romantic or anything that implied feelings. This was just need. Just bodies. Just release. That's what I kept telling myself as Damian carried me across the room. As he set me on the dresser, knocking over picture frames and books. As he yanked my sleep shorts down with hands that shook. "Seven days," he growled against my neck. "Seven days without touching you. Do you have any idea—" "I know." My hands were in his hair, pulling him closer. "I know."

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

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?"

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~