7 Minutes Fanfic Novels & Stories

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~

The morning sun climbed higher and the light through the window turned from pale to gold. "Can I ask you something?" I said. "Anything." "The first time you ever did that. Were you nervous?" He set down his fork. "Terrified. I was seventeen. Her name was Claire. We were in her basement. It lasted about thirty seconds." I laughed. "Thirty seconds?" "Maybe less. I was so embarrassed I did not talk to her for a week." "That makes me feel better." "Good. First times are always awkward. That is the point. They are not about being perfect. They are about being new."

“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:

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro

For seven years, I had been changing myself for him, only for everything to end up being my fault. Not long after, Harry updated his social media with a photo of himself and Emily. In the picture, they were embracing and kissing, looking like a loving couple married for seven years. Honestly, I found it somewhat amusing when I saw that post. Harry sent me warm, caring messages in the morning, but he was out with his beloved first love in the evening. He wanted to be a gentle, devoted husband while still being attached to his charming and beautiful first love. Catering to the emotional needs of two women in one day must be quite exhausting.

She flinched as she stood up with her trembling body leaving the crazy man alone. His hazel eyes narrowed staring at the ceiling, "No one can be her," He whispered letting out a sigh, he hadn't been with her for a week already. He hadn't touched her, kissed her, fuck her, and used all the tricks she hated for 7 fucking days.

I fall asleep like that, curled up tight, tears drying on my face, his voice still echoing in my head. I know you're still there. Dream about me. Like I have every night for seven years. And I do. God help me, I do. AUTHOR'S NOTE: FINALLY WE ARE MAKING PROGRESS WITH THESE TWO... WHAT DO Y'ALL THINK OF THIS CHAPTER?

He kissed me until my lungs burned and the world narrowed to the heat of him, the scrape of his stubble, the way his hand fisted in my hair like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. When he finally pulled back an inch, his eyes were molten gold, pupils blown wide. “Little moon,” he rasped, voice shredded. “Four hours. I almost tore the fortress apart.” Nyxara made a loud gagging noise behind us. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I had her for seven minutes. Seven. I didn’t even get to the good gossip.” Vuk didn’t look away from me. “Leave us.” A flick of two fingers, like swatting a fly.

The second her eyes lifted and roamed over my bare chest and abs, they darkened with pure lust. "Hey," I said, voice already low and rough. She tapped her pencil against her plump bottom lip, biting the eraser at the end. The sweet little gesture made my dick twitch hard. "Studying?" I asked, stepping right up to her so she had to tilt her head back. "How long have you been waiting?" "You told me seven," she huffed, glancing at her watch. "It’s already seven-thirty." Always on time. Always perfect. It used to annoy the hell out of me. Now it just made me want to corrupt every inch of her.

He thought he was back in my good graces and started peeling an apple for me. While he fed me, he started chatting with Fiona in Sicilian again. "Good thing I’m a genius. Faking a leg injury to look like the victim... she doesn't suspect a thing. Easiest way to cover up an affair ever." "Tsk, you think you’re so smart." "I am. Look at her. She’s already over it." "Damn, she’s a pathetic romantic. She forgives you way too fast." "Because she loves me." I went stiff. Why did he have to lie every single second? For a brief moment, I had almost believed him about the leg. I almost felt bad.