7 Minutes In Heaven Eren Yeager Novels & Stories

Elena's POV I stirred in my sleep and felt something very soft under me. It felt like I am sleeping on clouds, so soft and comfortable. I don't want to wake up. I snuggled more into the clouds to feel heaven. But then I realized that I am not into heaven but in hell. I opened my eyes to see the devil sitting on the couch with a cigarette in between his fingers. His expressions were neutral and his eyes were unreadable as always. He was looking at nothing in particular. It seems like he is planning the murder of someone.

she whispered, "are you okay?" He lifted his head to look at her, "I'm in heaven, baby."

Jeffrey was displeased, "You’ve got the room. What?" Joanna replied in a sad tone, "It's a video conference from the branch over in the Utedes. You have to personally attend, Mr. Chaney." Jeffrey glanced at me in his arms and helplessly put me down. My body stiffened, and I couldn't speak. "You go to my room and wait for me." Jeffrey said and walked towards Joanna. The two of them entered the room and closed the door. The bright light disappeared. I felt relieved, but the cold sweat had long soaked through my clothes.

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.

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?

I wanted him to see where I came from. The drive took eight hours. We left before dawn, the sky still dark, the roads empty. Eli drove the first shift while I slept in the passenger seat, my head against the window. Then I drove while he dozed. We stopped at a gas station for snacks and bad coffee. We listened to music and talked about nothing and everything.

“The victor shall be granted one wish.” A pause. “One wish, answered by the Creator.” For the first time, something moved through the gathering. Not outward. Not visible. But there. Aurelian did not react. But the meaning was clear. Absolute. A wish. From the Creator. Nothing more needed to be said. “You are given time.” The Archangel’s voice remained steady. “Fifty years.” “To prepare.” Time did not hold the same weight in Heaven. And yet, it mattered. “Those chosen will represent Heaven.”

"Do you think Daddy will be happy we came? Or is he going to be mad?" "We'll reach out to Uncle McQueen first," Hayden said firmly. The jet touched down on the Skydrivee ice after ten grueling hours. It was eight in the morning, the light reflecting off the frost with a blinding glare. Hayden and Layla were the first to spot McQueen’s tall, haggard silhouette in the terminal. Ethan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he approached. The weight of the situation was written in the deep lines around McQueen’s mouth.

I just stood there, dumbly staring at the moonlight grass smashed beneath Theodore's foot. A figure stepped between us. I looked up. It was Theodore's Beta. His eyes flicked to the frayed hem of my trousers. He pulled out a tablet and scrolled through it. "Emma Windsor. You were exiled from Crimson Flame Pack for seven years. How dare you sneak back?" He found the record and let out a small, mocking sound. "Hm. Seven years was up a month ago. I can't believe you have the nerve to come back."