7 Minutes Heaven Novels & Stories

For the national championship final, I took time off work and flew halfway across the country to surprise my boyfriend. I'd barely settled into my seat when the girl beside me started gushing to her friend. "See his tie? I picked it out for him last night. Good taste, right? He even said I was the inspiration behind his entire Human Emotion Thesis for this tournament." Her friend gave her a knowing smile. "You actually landed Lucien Grant, the debate star. You should be thrilled." I froze. My boyfriend's name was Lucien Grant too. And the Human Emotion Thesis she claimed to have inspired? It had been born from seven years of pillow talk between Lucien and me.

His unease deepened, and he pushed the door open, stepping inside. Christian lay there, seemingly unconscious and alone, his form stark against the sterile white sheets. The room felt unnaturally still, the silence almost oppressive. Junel's voice echoed as he called for Kathleen, but there was no reply. It was as if she had vanished. Stepping back, bewildered and unnerved, Junel tried to gather his thoughts. The hospital, usually bustling with activity at this hour, felt eerily deserted. The clock on the wall showed 7 PM—an early hour for such stillness. A creeping sense of dread took hold of him. Where was everyone? The only sounds were his own ragged breathing and the distant, muffled ste

“Don’t forget me… Damien…” I turn slowly. Heaven’s eyes are still closed, but her lips are moving. Her hand twitches against the sheets. “Please… don’t forget me…” Her voice cracks on the last word, raw and pleading, like she’s dreaming something terrible. My heart slams against my ribs. I’m across the room in two strides, dropping to my knees beside the bed. I take her hand gently—and press it to my cheek. “Baby,” I rasp, my voice thick. “Heaven. I’m right here.”

She looks first at my eyes, then slowly moves her eyes to look at my outfit, more specifically my boobs. I was wearing ripped mom jeans, a red with cherries crop top that showed cleavage, and on my feet were my black and white converse. "Can we talk?" Heaven asks staring directly into my eyes. I didn't even get the chance to speak when Heaven grabs my hands and pulls me away to god knows where. Thankfully, no one was staring at us so nobody really noticed we were gone. Heaven drags me to the janitors closet, and shuts the door leaving me speechless.

“Day 7. We start proving it.” “Okay,” Adrian said. _Silence. 11:17 PM._ _Beep. Beep. Beep._ My watch. 76 BPM. Not fear. Not yet. Just us. Day 7 done

Yvonne was so calm then slowly she stood up quietly and walked out to her car, she got into the car and heard it Arnold humming the song which was playing inside – it was 8 pm already she turned her to look at him, he was looking outside the window into the night “I like that song” he said without looking at her, referring to the song playing inside the building “But nothing compares to the ones in heaven?” she said trying to predict his next words, he looked at her with a smile “I wasn’t going to say that” he said “I think heaven needs it on its playlist” he said and she smiled “That’s the sweetest thing I have ever heard” she said

****** SPICE HIGH** Seven was seating at the rooftop alone,his headphones hanged around his neck,the song was playing silently. He suddenly checked the time and he stood up,,they are supposed to leave the school by 2pm and it's 2 already He started walking toward the entrance but then Theo came in and they both stopped walking on seeing each other,, Seven looked away first and made to pass his side but Theo spoke up "I hope you're enjoying the fame" He said and Seven stopped,,he faced him back

"How is that possible?" How, indeed? I pushed my cards forward and revealed my hand. "It's over. The seven of diamonds is the indicator, which makes the eight of diamonds wild. I started with four wild cards. I win." Lawrence's eyes were glued to the table, his face pale as he whipped around to glare at the man across from me, Noah Dane. "A-A seven?" he stammered. "How is it a seven?" Noah was obviously panicking. He waved his hands frantically. "I-I didn't…"

New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Monday. 7:42 PM ​By the time she came out of the room, the silence of the penthouse had transformed. It was no longer the charged, electric quiet of their confrontation from three hours ago; it was the hollow, heavy silence of a space that had been vacated.

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.