7th Heaven Fanfiction Novels & Stories

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

His heart raced when he clicked the first result and the page redirected to a F******k profile. AMAKA NWAMBUEZE. Huh? The confusion on Seven's face made his neck, underarms, and forearms dampened and sweaty. He scrolled through the profile. What he saw left him flummoxed. “What the fuck?” He said screamed. “Bro, I'll report you when mommy comes o!” Angel screamed from the living room. Seven was not paying attention, his mind was static, and his heart was beating so hard he heard the thumping in his head.

Heaven The morning after Eden's visit, I was in the kitchen, happily preparing breakfast with him. The aroma of coffee filled the air as we laughed and shared stories, enjoying a rare moment of normalcy in the chaotic underworld. Eden, flipping pancakes, grinned. "Heaven, this feels like a glimpse into a parallel universe where we're just regular people." I chuckled. "Yeah, a universe without the constant threat of rival factions and family drama." As we bantered about mundane things, the kitchen door creaked open, and in walked Chase, his eyes narrowing as he saw Eden. "What's he still doing here?" he grumbled.

V7 opens his hands toward the ceiling like he was thanking the heavens for such a thing before closing the distance between himself and the paladin and tapping a finger on her nose. " If you think that, then think again! I'm not going to stand here and let you turn me into the bait. Fear, hopelessness, and rage, that's what they are looking for? Well, then they won't find it in me. Looks like I won't be your bait after all." She laughs smugly trying to piss off V7. " Oh? Really? Ok. I'll just find someone else then. Night. " He just shrugs as he continued on his way back to his room.

The honesty surged from me like an open wound. “Well, she’s here, love,” he replied, almost cheerfully, “Even Heaven is here too…” Heaven? What was she doing here? Heaven was the youngest of us all, our sister. A constant source of trouble and a headache. “Heaven just graduated from high school,” he explained, a trace of pride in his voice. “It’s too bad the war found us so soon. She wants to fight, but I refuse to let her.” Sixteen-year-old Heaven had always been full of herself, confident and rebellious.

****** SPICE HIGH** Seven was seating at the rooftop alone,his headphones hanged around his neck,the song was playing silently. He suddenly checked the time and he stood up,,they are supposed to leave the school by 2pm and it's 2 already He started walking toward the entrance but then Theo came in and they both stopped walking on seeing each other,, Seven looked away first and made to pass his side but Theo spoke up "I hope you're enjoying the fame" He said and Seven stopped,,he faced him back

⸻ Soft. ⸻ Lonely. ⸻ Hopeful. ⸻ And terrifyingly familiar. ⸻ “Has someone finally come for me?” ⸻ 🌌❤️💀 ⸻ End of Chapter 73 🖤 To Be Continued…

The first time my Alpha mate chose his childhood sweetheart over me, I forgave him. After all, Dylan saved my life seven times. Seven lives saved. Seven chances given. That was the deal I made with myself. Then Dylan skipped our Mate Anniversary to celebrate her birthday. He gave her the moonstone ring I’d carved for him with my own hands, saying she needed it for protection. And when rogues attacked us both, he stepped right past me as I lay wounded and carried her to safety first. I never fought him over any of it. Each time he chose her, I silently crossed off one of the lives I owed him. The pack thought I loved my Alpha so desperately that I would forgive him no matter how many times he

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -