7 Minutes In Heaven Novels & Stories

He was still. He was gone. Her calls were never heard by him. Her tears he never saw, Her face he could not see. The sky was bright, the sun shining bright, But the castles were under a dark black cloud. The queen stopped at the end of the bed, as tears poured down her eyes she felt her heartache. He was gone too soon, he left with too little memories.

Heaven I rushed into the bathroom, my heart pounding as I found Chase on the floor, unconscious. "Chase! Wake up!" I shouted, my voice trembling with fear. Panicking, I grabbed my phone, hastily dialing Eden and Daven. "Guys, get over here now! Something's wrong with Chase!" I could hear the urgency in my own voice, a stark contrast to the carefree moments we had shared just the day before. Eden's voice crackled through the phone. "We're on our way, Heaven. Just hold on."

We got to to the airport and went to the private section, i started to prepare for the next 7hours flight to NewYork, we all took our seats while Damien started with work again I sunk deeper into the chair, glancing at Susan who seemed engrossed in the magazine, i sighed and shut my phone off and closed my eyes , i prepared for the next 7hours mentally as the plane took off.G

Heaven winces and turns her head to the other side to avoid the sun, but she finds it difficult to sleep again. “Good morning, madam,” Dessery whispers. “I’ve set your bath. Will you have your meal now as well?” Heaven rubs her eye, then mumbles against her pillow, “What time is it?” “It’s 8 AM, madam.” Yawning, Heaven stretches. “I’ll freshen up and then have breakfast. Where are the brothers?” The question needed to be asked. Waking up today, Heaven’s heat continues, and it seems she can’t feel the brothers. It’s like there’s a sort of emptiness where they are supposed to fill, which wasn’t there yesterday.

I feel bruised, like a fruit dropped to the floor one to many times. The smell of heaven is terribly familiar. Have I died before? I want to open my eyes and take in the city of white, but I struggle to do so. Suddenly, I find myself drifting off again, slipping into a warm darkness. Time is inexistent in heaven. The urge to wake comes to me again, and I do not know how long it has been. An hour? A day? A month? A year? Everything blends together into one long night. But, I have this urge, so this time I try harder than before.

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.

Only now, the armor was made of bespoke Italian wool and billions of dollars. ​"One year," she murmured, almost to herself, her breath fogging the glass slightly. "Three hundred and sixty-five days of playing a part." ​"Three hundred and sixty-four," Ryan corrected, his voice cutting through the dark with terrifying precision. "The clock started the moment your pen touched the paper. Don't lose track of the time, Vennessa." ​The limousine slowed to a smooth, silent halt in front of her modest brick apartment building. The contrast was laughable—Ryan's multi-million-dollar vehicle idling in front of a place with a flickering porch light and a buzzer system that only worked half the time.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket and straightened his shoulders, his expression returning to its stiff, unreadable mask. There really was a mole. And he was standing right inside Damien’s walls. *...*...*...*...*...*... I slowly climb the stairs, heading over to our room. The second I push open the bedroom door, I see Heaven sitting up in bed, Eden cradled against her chest, his tiny fist curled around a lock of her hair while he sleeps. The soft glow of the bedside lamp turns her skin golden. She looks exhausted yet so very... beautiful. Her eyes snap to me and the worry in them melts the moment she realizes I’m in one piece.

"You love me, so that's why you made me go up and down the mountains seven times. You love me, so that's why you spent all your attention and affection on Gemma instead." I stared straight into his panicked eyes. "Do you know what the weather was like the fourth time I went down?" Joseph stood frozen, stumped. I recalled, "A storm washed out part of the mountain road that day. To reach the town before the city hall closed, I ran barefoot for miles through the mud. My feet were covered in blisters by the end of it. "I had blood and muddy water running down my legs. Still, I pushed through it and made it to town. I stood outside the city hall for three hours. I still remember how cold it was.