7 Minutes Fanfic Novels & Stories

Little did she know how much of an imagination she was living. Or better yet, if only he could let her engage him in her foreplays. She deflated, frustratingly. If only. It had now been seven years, to be exact. Seven long, excruciating years since she had known him. And a full, first blissful three months amidst those seven years to fall completely in love with him obsessively and wholly.

he continued, “is my relationship with Kimberly.” He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. I could have sworn I saw Kimberly’s eyes light up. “She makes me feel so alive.” “She is your cousin, Martin,” I half screamed at him. “Do you hear yourself? She is your fucking cousin.” But he didn’t even flinch. “She isn’t,” he said calmly. “She has been my girlfriend for seven years.” The wine glass nearly slipped from my hand. I could hardly breathe, it was as if the oxygen had been taking away from me. I stared at him, then at Kimberly. My brain refused to process the words.

Five minutes is not too long so it should be okay, right? When a minute passed, I’m suffering from suffocation by a feeling that overwhelms me! My body keeps moving, as if there’s no comfort in our position though it is! “Am I heavy?” he asked, lightening his own weight on mine but never taking them off me. “N-No. Uh, I think we should--” “Three more minutes, Lucianna.” he said in a voice that I find amusing. You three minutes will make me wet and horny, Jacob!

“I also knew you wouldn't make it easy for me. I didn't expect to be forgiven today. But I will never stop fighting for you. I waited seven years to hold you like this again, Willow. I can wait seventy more.” His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, his gaze dropping to her mouth with a hunger that was ancient and undeniable.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.

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.”

Sebastian said sternly "Got it!" I raised my thumb up excitement clear in my voice. Finally my chance to prove myself. ____________________ Updates are now daily and hopefully will upload 15 chapters by the end of this week Lots of love Faiyth ♡♡

he said. “I’m not,” I replied. “I’m just unaccompanied.” He huffed softly, then stepped closer. This time, he touched me—fingers light at my waist, grounding without claiming. “Seven days became three,” he said. “They’re testing reaction time.” “They’ll get bored,” I said. “Or bold.” “Both,” he corrected. I turned, meeting his eyes. “You’re afraid.” “Yes,” he said. No hesitation. “Of losing you. Of becoming the reason.”

Three days, 3 fu*king days, 8 hours, 37 minutes and 11 seconds...12. the exact time I have not seen my mate. It's driving me crazy. Every second feels like a heavy stone on my heart. I can't take this anymore. I want my mate right now and I am going to do that right now no matter what. I don't care if her people are enraged or know about our existence. To hell with it. I need to think of some plan. It's now or never. I was not feeling good about something. It felt like I was losing her by every passing second.

I added with excitement walking towards the stair closer to him. “ Im not hungry,and Ive told you to stop waiting for me.” he replied and walked up the stairs to our bed room The shower ran for exactly seven minutes. It was always seven minutes,Ive counted it several time I stood at the foot of the stairs with my hands still stretched out wishing he had handed his jacket to me then kissed me In the forehead,apologizing for not calling or reply to my messages all day but that was my delusion speaking.