7 Minutes To Heaven Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

His jaw is tight. “I want to go,” I say gently. “Just for an hour. Please.” He stares at me for a long moment. Then sighs. “Ten-thirty,” he mutters. “I’ll give you Matteo and Luca. You text me the second you get there, and the second you leave. Anything feels off—” “I call you,” I finish. “I promise.” Sydney grins like she just won the lottery. She leans down and hugs me. “Love you both. See you tomorrow, Heaven.”

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

After listening to everything they said in silence, I began walking past them, saying, "None of this has anything to do with me. My name isn't Claire Stewart. It's Hope Newhart." It was the new name I had picked for myself after arriving here in Sauvaine, and my new identity for the rest of my life. Zachary sighed. Eventually, he was helped into the helicopter. A few months later, he sent a shipment of advanced medical equipment to the base. He also sent me a message. "Can you send me a message now and then, just so I know you're safe? I don't want to lose you." I stared at his message for a very long time before turning off my screen without responding.

“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

"If it were real trouble, you'll know." She comes and helps dust me off. “Now hurry,” her green eyes are twinkling. “Kane has a special treat planned for you and it’s under his orders that you are ready in time. I only have 45 minutes to transform you and trust me, honey, I’m gonna need every minute.” “How much time do I have left?” I begin to shuffle out of the room. Tapping her watch loudly she screams after me, “Seven minutes, thirty-eight seconds!”

Then Adrian answered: "One week." God. Silence. Fair. Complete silence. Reasonable. Then Lily collapsed backward. God. Like she'd been shot. Fair. Absolutely devastated. Reasonable honestly. One week. God. Seven days. Fair. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. Reasonable. An eternity. God. Then Peanut clapped. Fair. The disrespect. Reasonable honestly. Unbelievable disrespect. God. Then Elena laughed. Fair. Immediately. Reasonable. Couldn't help it.

The "Happy Ever After" lasted exactly three minutes. The golden light of the eclipse had faded, leaving a crisp, silent night atop the High Peaks. Kieran was still holding me, his heart beating a steady rhythm against my ear, and Rowan was standing close enough for our shoulders to brush. For a heartbeat, it felt like the credits were rolling. Then, the world hiccupped.

Jordan If heaven is real as they said it was, I found it in the soul of this young guy I have under my clutches. Maybe not heaven itself—its gate. But I sure as hell was standing at the entrance, with a full hope of going in. In one week, I've unwrapped a new version of Preppy. One goddamn week is all it took, and even if I'm getting the reaction I'd dreamed of, I craved to see more. So much more.