Romans & histoires 7 Minutes In Heaven Stories

He was a very strict man and God knows if he’ll take the task lightly with me. “Amanda Ezeh… You’ll be going to Mr Richard Okafor's mansion to get his finger print on an important project we’re working on and you have only 7days to do that . Go home and pack your bags… Your ride will be here in 10 minutes ” The cocky old man said and got back to what he was doing. i still couldn’t believe what I just heard. I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone!!

I tried to say something, but before I could speak to God, Ezekiel pulled me back to my knees with one tug of my arm. “You will bow before him, little devil! “ Ezekiel whispered to me. “YOU HAVE ANSWERED OUR QUESTIONS. IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO GO BACK.” Go back? Back where? Before I could say anything, I blinked my eyes, in one second I was in heaven standing before God… The next… I was back in front of the giant factory. It looked like no time had even passed, even though I knew I was gone for hours. I looked around, and saw Jamira and Theodore looking up at the sky.

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.

Eyes tired. The leader looked at the ground. “Remembering makes us sad. Every story ends in bleeding. So we chose not to. We chose peace.” Nova didn’t argue. She sat. For 40 days she sat in their square. On day 1 she told Luna’s story. On day 10 she told Suri’s. On day 20 she told Mina’s. On day 30 she told Em’s. She didn’t preach. She just told. On day 40 she asked: “Do you feel lighter or heavier?”

] [Death countdown: 71 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds. A string of blood-red numbers appeared out of thin air above me. All strength left my body. I collapsed onto the tile floor, surrounded by shards of glass. The pieces cut into my calves, but all I felt was a chill running up my spine. Seven years. I thought I would never hear that alarm. Back then, when she spent thirty million dollars to fill the city sky with drones and propose to me, she looked at me with burning eyes and said, "Julian, in this life, I don't want anyone but you."

The plane taxied onto the runway. The engines roared to life. I closed my eyes. Seven years ago, on a full moon night, he’d bitten the nape of my neck and whispered, "From this day forward, my soul is bound to yours." The moonlight spilled through the window onto our tangled bodies. I thought that was forever. Tonight, seven years later, I was severing that thread myself—a thread called "fate." I summoned the ancient power in my blood.

“I… I’m…” “Come for me, little one. Show me what you feel.” “I’M GOING TO… I’M…” I arched completely. And in the exact moment my body exploded for the first time… the only thing I could think was: “If this is heaven… then its name is Declan.”

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************