7 Seconds In Heaven Game Novels & Stories

“Inside a closet.” “What?! What are we doing inside a closet?” she exclaimed. He laughed at her since he found her natural innocence humorous and flattering as well. “You don’t seem to know what they’re doing at this party.” he said. Adeline shook her head. “Are you serious?” he murmured. He turned to her and put on a lamblike face. “We are playing the infamous 7 minutes in heaven." he said. "What? Y-You mean the game where two people got stuck inside a closet and they will either kiss or make out?!" Adeline emphasized.

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.”

… The skies finally calmed down on the sixth day, but ominous clouds continued to hover overhead. The roads were covered in warped steel bars. Cars, streetlights, and barricades were stuck together thanks to the magnets, forming massive mountains of metal. The entire city was in ruins. Just then, my phone vibrated. The system had sent a notification. "There are only ten minutes left before the conclusion of the second stage. Activating the in-game livestream function." No one spoke in the group chat. There were only three players left—me, Frank, and Riley. I had 1,500 points while Frank and Riley each had 1,400 points.

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.

Eventually, it was my turn again. I drew a card the same time Sabrina spun the bottle for who my partner would be… and I slurred the words right before the bottle stopped. “Seven minutes in heaven” it read. All eyes followed the spinning bottle, agonisingly slow in its circle… until it stopped… at Brian. “Ouuuu” Gabbie and Jake cooed, but Sabrina laughed it off. “Come on, it's just a game.” It didn't feel like it. My chest got heavy again, my head still spinning.

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.

His intellect screamed that emotional decisions rarely bore fruitful outcomes. Jess’s response was immediate, her voice trembling. "How much time do you need? Because me and my baby… we only have until midnight to live." The calm delivery of such a grave statement startled Tomoya. The clock read 11:43 PM—her declaration left him with mere moments to decide. He studied her, parsing her sincerity. Was this urgency a manipulative tactic or a genuine plea? "I understand how much that grimoire means to you," Jess began, her voice faltering. "It’s a connection to Shane… to the woman I hurt."

​As Evelyn nodded and stepped back into the elevator, Vennessa walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking out toward the eastern horizon where the sun was fully breaking through the clouds. ​Ten days. She had ten days of absolute freedom from his presence, ten days to rebuild her defenses and fortify her heart against the dangerous pull of Ryan Hayes. She should have been relieved. She should have been celebrating the fact that her firm was completely secure and her predatory husband was halfway across the world. ​But as she looked out at the massive, empty sky, all she could feel was the lingering ghost of his warm touch against her cheek, and the realization that ten days mi

Those fucking dimples prominent than ever. Then he lifted one finger and tapped the side of his helmet twice, eyes locked forward—like he was saying think faster—before casually dropping the helmet at his feet. The crowd went feral. Sebastian didn’t even look back. He turned, jogged toward his teammates, completely unfazed, like that play was just another Tuesday night. The video ended. I realized I was gripping the phone too tight. My throat felt dry, and my stomach… fluttered traitorously. Cold-blooded. Calculated. Effortless.

Now that they had made it into the finals, it was entirely because I was carrying them single-handedly. Rowan, Rhea, and the rest never thought the team I led would be the one standing across from them in the finals. A sense of crisis crept over Rowan. He knew my ability as a jungler. With only a week left before the match, a batch of negative rumors about me suddenly exploded online. A heavily edited video was widely reposted by marketing accounts across all platforms, titled: Nina Vale’s Ultimate Simp.