7 Minutes Fanfic Novels & Stories

Chloe leaned closer to Layla as they walked. “Okay, that was iconic.” Layla sighed. “I’m exhausted.” Chloe grinned. “Still worth it.” Students continued whispering as they passed.Some looked shocked while some looked impressed. Chloe bumped Layla lightly with her shoulder. “You know what the craziest part is?” Layla glanced at her. “What?” Chloe lowered her voice dramatically. “You chose his uncle during Seven Minutes.” Layla rolled her eyes. “It was just a game.” Chloe smirked.

"She’s been talking about leaving the second she finishes high school. She has seven months left." Nic leaned against the doorframe of the storage room, a predatory smirk slowly spreading across his face. "She has seven months," Nic agreed, his blue eyes cold and calculating. "Seven months for us to make her forget she ever hated us. She might want to run now, but by next summer, we’ll have her hard-wired to our world." "Yeah," Luca grinned wickedly, his dimples flashing. "Daniels might think she's Noir, but by the time we're done, she’ll be screaming our names so loud the whole Syndicate hears it."

Before she could continue, the sound of footsteps came from the café door. “Ciara.” Damien had come to pick her up. The moment she saw Damien, Ciara’s expression immediately changed. She quickly approached him and raised the hand that had been hit by a small splash of hot water. “Damien,” Her voice sounded faint, almost tearful. “My hand was burned by hot water.” Damien immediately took her hand. “What?” “I accidentally bumped Lyra’s hand while she was pouring the water.” Ciara’s eyes began to well up. “I didn’t mean to make it spill.”

"Everything is going according to plan... she doesn't suspect a thing... in seven days, I’ll mark you in front of everyone... yes, I love you, Ella..." I closed my eyes. Tears fell silently into the dark. #

Then they would be slave for generations to come. "But what can you do in seven days? Infact, after today, we have just five days left. I think the period you requested is too short. You could have asked for at least one year," he said. "No, seven days is okay. I know that when I return back to being a slave, things will be tough for me but I'll create a memory in the heart of Alpha Feathers that would last for a life time, just trust me," Celine said. Felix did not know what Celine's plan exactly was. Frankly, it doesn't really make such sense to him that she will be able create a memory in Alpha Feathers heart that will last a life time in just seven...no, five days."

I stared blankly at the chat history on the tablet. A tingling numbness crept over my scalp, and I couldn't help but tremble all over as I read the lines over and over again. I still couldn't believe it was real. Yelena: "Fabe, I can't wait any longer. I want to be with you out in the open. I don't want to keep sneaking around like this." Fabian: "Darling, just give me a little more time. As long as she takes the medicine for a few months, she'll start to lose her memories from the past seven years. I'll coax her into divorcing me then."

Under the moonlight, the scrape that had already healed to just a faint red mark looked like a silent mockery. Watching those two embracing figures quickly disappear into the night and panicked crowd, I suddenly laughed softly. The sound echoed at the edge of the empty square with absurd desolation. Something hot slid uncontrollably from the corner of my eye, then turned ice-cold in the night wind. In that moment, Damon's heart, his eyes, all his fear and tenderness, had still chosen Serena without hesitation, completely. Since that was the case, I had nothing left to be attached to. Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

My throat burned and my body ached from the weight of everything I was pretending not to feel. "I will," I said quietly. “For now.” Amber didn’t smile this time. She just looked at me, really looked, and in her eyes, I saw it. The same fire. The same grief. The same rage. And the same plan. “We make it seven days,” she said. “And then we leave everything.” My heart beat once, louder than the music, louder than the voices of wolves praising a marriage I wanted no part of. But in seven days, exactly one week, it’ll all be over.

The way his body pressed against mine, like we were caught between restraint and ruin. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, gasping for air that still carried the ghost of him. My lips tingled, my thoughts scattered, my body already surrendered, wanting and needing him. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip and I shivered at the contact. “Seven days,” I breathed, my voice low and shaky. “Then I’m gone.” His smile deepened, dangerous and triumphant. “Seven days,” he echoed softly. His hand still lingered at my throat, thumb tracing the rapid beat of my pulse. “And you’re mine until the last second.”

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.