7 Minutes In Heaven Rules Novels & Stories

Haylee approached him slowly from behind and whispered in his ear. "Go to your bedroom in fifteen minutes," she murmured in a seductive tone that the guy gulped instantly, feeling aroused at her voice. He turned around to look at her and she gave him a naughty wink before she went up the staircase. 'Fifteen minutes? Okay, fifteen minutes...' Niel mumbled inwardly while looking at the watch around his wrist. His focus on the movie he watched before had now shifted only to the time. He swore to God that was the longest fifteen minutes he ever felt.

Rachel arched her brows. “Well, it's more like a kissing game. Two people would be chosen and they have to spend two minutes in either a room or anywhere. The rules are simple. No cell phones, send the chosen two into a private room for 7 minutes, the door must be closed, the lights turned off, and let the chosen two out after 7 minutes” Tegga explained. “That sounds cool. So what would they be doing during the 7 minutes?” Aaliyah asked. “That is up to them. They can choose to kiss, romance, kill themselves, talk, or ....even have sex.”

In spite of that, none of those rumors could shake its position in Tiandu City’s entertainment circle. Individuals who could enter Heaven had to bring at least a million’s worth of cash, otherwise they would not even be allowed to enter the gate. There was an unwritten rule that everyone had to wear masks when gambling, so no one would know who they were betting with. Those who lost would pay up, while those who won would take their money and leave. Everything was done in accordance with Heaven’s rules, and whatever happens in Heaven stayed in Heaven...

I leaned against it. The next thing I knew, I lost my balance. I fell straight into his office. My eyes widened. I immediately looked up. Damien was standing there. Before I could say a word, his voice thundered through the room. “What are you doing here?” I froze. He took a step toward me. “Didn’t I tell you this place is out of bounds for you?” I swallowed hard. I had broken another rule. Again. I slowly got to my feet. My eyes moved over him for a second before I looked away.

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.

I squinted for a while. When I was finally able to open my eyes up, the first thing I saw was Seven's face which was flushed with horror. "Come on, Seven. You are not a child. You liked it when I licked your cock, didn't you?" I blinked and then bit a corner of my lower lip. The horror on Seven's face worsened. Nonetheless, I stood up slowly and took a step towards him. "Have you ever been to heaven, Seven? If not, let me show you."

Bliss "Seven days." Aria's voice was flat. "The ritual window opens in seven days and lasts for approximately six hours. If he completes it during that window, the worlds merge. If he fails, he has to wait another nineteen years." Seven days. One week to figure out how to stop an immortal zealot from rewriting reality. "What does the ritual require?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady.

“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.”

Jake's Pov I woke up hard and aching, tangled in sheets that felt like sandpaper against my oversensitized skin. The morning light cut through the blinds in sharp lines, and I could hear movement downstairs. My phone said 6:47 AM. Too early for Devon to be awake, which meant it was probably Marcus down there, making breakfast in God knows what and looking like temptation itself. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to will away my erection, but my brain wasn't cooperating.

And I am tired of being so grown up. "What about the bus?" I ask. He checks his phone. "Ten twenty three. We have twenty seven minutes before the next one. That is enough time for pie." Twenty seven minutes. "Okay," I say. "Pie." He stands up first. He is taller than I thought. He must be six feet tall, maybe a little more. He holds out his hand to help me up, and I look at it for a moment. Long fingers. Pencil bump on the thumb.