7 Minutes Fanfic Novels & Stories

Nero forced his way to the front of my mind, and the sound of his tail wagging was deafening, ‘Don’t go taking flight on me there, bud. ‘Fuck right off, Bud. We’re talking about me right now,’ Nero scoffed, trying and failing to put a block up. Fuck no he’s not robbing me of time with Erin. He was a strong fucker; I’d give him that. “Little mate,” Nero grabbed both sides of Erin’s face, roughly slamming our lips together. She melted in our arms, “Thank goodness,” the relief in her voice made me regret ever thinking I could live without her. I wasted seven years. Two-thousand five-hundred and fifty-five days I could have felt this feeling. Love. This was fucking love. This feeling… It’s the s

He opened his mouth to interrupt, but nothing came out. "It’s July 18th, Julian. It’s been exactly seven years. My debt is paid in full." He snapped. He stood up, pacing the room like a caged lion, then leaned over the table, his eyes bloodshot. "So what? You’re telling me that after seven years, you still don't love me? Is that it? I knew it! You’ve always been cold!" "No, Julian. I did love you. More than anything." He froze. A pathetic spark of hope flickered in his eyes.

We made it. Demyan pulled off the blindfold and looked back with a grin, eyes crinkling from the sun. “Told you we’d make a great team.” I rolled my eyes, heart still pounding in my chest. “You almost fell. Twice.” “But I didn’t.” His voice softened slightly. “Because you were there.” That stupid flutter in my stomach returned. Before I could say anything, the scholar at the end called out, “Time: forty-seven minutes. Well done.”

“The Moon Goddess herself shall decide who is worthy to rule.” The sound of the staff echoed through the chamber like the beginning of a war. As the meeting slowly came to an end and everyone began leaving their seats, I remained standing exactly where I was. My eyes never left Tristan. Seven days. Only seven days stood between the man I loved… …and the greatest battle of his life.

] I liked the comments, feeling a rush of satisfaction. "Lily! I was just momentarily confused! Please forgive me! We’ve been together for seven years! Surely that counts for something, right?!" Xavier lunged at me like a mad dog, trying to grab me. I was prepared and managed to dodge to the side. He fell to the floor in embarrassing fashion. I watched him coldly, devoid of any emotion. The love I once felt for him had vanished, leaving behind only hatred. "Xavier," I crouched down, looking into his bloodshot eyes. "Yeah, seven years. But it’s over now."

Waves splashed her skirt as he turned and smiled, “Hold on tight, Mrs. Carter!” Seven years of love were just like a bubble. She pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Pick me up in seven days, as planned.] No sooner had she pressed send than a deafening bang echoed from downstairs.

Waiting for Severino felt like a slow burn beneath my skin. I had spent an extra twenty minutes in Charity’s room, smoothing her hair and breathing in the scent of lavender and sleep. She was the only part of my life that felt clean, and bringing Seven here felt like inviting a wildfire into a paper house. When the buzzer finally rang, the sound ripped through the quiet apartment like a gunshot.

“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.

“Eris, I will do anything for you. If you want me to go and break Darius into pieces, I will do it. You mean everything to me, and be it curse or not. You’re my life, Eris…and I’m ready to give you mine.” - The next morning I woke up alone, and Kaya wasn’t there. It felt strange not to have him lay next to me. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weird feeling. 'Last night was... strange, wasn’t it?' Seven's voice appeared in my head, teasing me. 'You wanted Kaya all to yourself, didn’t you?' “Seven, stop it,” I muttered, feeling my face heat up. “Be mature. I’m 18 now, remember?”

She began to ride me, "Told you lover. I told you that you would end up where you are. I do so hope that you aren't a three minute man lover because I plan on keeping you busy the rest of the day." She started slamming down on me and I began to worry that I might indeed be a three-minute man. It had been a while since I was last laid and I just knew I was going to get off too quick. To buy myself some time I pushed her off me and rolled over on top of her. Being on top I was able to slow the pace down a little to buy me a little more time, but even so I only made it to four minutes. I came and Cindy cried out, "No, god damn it, no. Don't stop, I'm almost there." I pulled away from her and le