7th Heaven Watch Romane & Geschichten

[Third-person POV] Eva came downstairs for a glass of water. Sensing that something was off with Giuliano, she pushed down her annoyance and asked gently, "Giuliano, what's wrong?" Giuliano's breathing was heavy, in so much agony that he could barely force the words out. "Marta… is dead. Elena really is leaving me. This is on me… It's all my fault. I let them down." A flicker of secret delight flashed across Eva's eyes, but she quickly stepped forward and wrapped her arm around him.

He howled desperately outside the hall, calling my name over and over. Busybodies filmed it, the video going viral in werewolf circles. An Alpha who'd lost his mind, howling for his lost mate. What an ironic scene. Later I heard Ivy quickly became pregnant with her second child. One autumn evening, I encountered the haggard Ethan at my usual café. His eyes were sunken, jaw covered in stubble—his Alpha dignity completely gone. I held my coffee cup, waiting for him to speak first. As evening wind rose, I couldn't help hunching my shoulders. He instinctively moved to shield me from the wind but stopped at my expression.

"Angelina, don't go! I won't let you go unless I’m dead or you’re married to someone else!" I ignored his pathetic screams. At the airport, my father’s private jet was already fueled up and waiting. "Angelina, over here!" I looked up to see my stepbrother, Damian. He pulled me into a warm, protective hug. "Is everything handled back there?" "Yeah. It’s done." "Good. Let’s go. I’ll show you the sunset in Miami. Our penthouse has the best view in the city." Later, we stood on the roof of the hotel, watching the sky turn into a palette of fire and gold. Damian reached out and took my hand.

Gina offers, however, I realize that this is wrong. Why did I agree to this? Looking up, I see Heavens eyes divert between Deena and I with her popping her knuckles as if she was going to fight one of us. “No thank you.” Is all I hear from her. Oh no. ——— Heavens pov I sit here in front of Valentina’s house as I keep hearing Gina’s voice, “Deena with Valentina.” I know it shouldn’t bother me this much, but it’s killing me.

While in a different city, a CCTV was seen showing a video which had been tracked by someone. There, a woman was seen talking to three men sitting at one table. Kenzo stared focused at his computer screen and he leaned in closer to see the video he was playing more clearly. Kenzo sat in his oversized chair and accepted all the information his right hand gave him. "Another target has been confirmed," said a woman in a sexy dress via the computer screen next to her. "Let him live!" Kenzo ordered and Yanti nodded in return. "Take another life," said Kenzo.

Thankfully, everything turned out well. I have a bright future and a happy family. Heaven has been kind to me. I love my wife and my daughter. For the rest of my life, I will lead IA, Ivy, and Eternity forward together down a wide, shining road.

SEX AND SCAM The bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.

The pain keeps me from going any further and I have to catch my breath to stop from crying out. Dear God, am I dying? Am I dead? Suddenly, everything comes rushing back. Zack kept me from slamming through the car windshield. At the time I felt no pain, but that has to be it. "We have to send her back, Master," the Watchman says. "If she is captured, they will kill her!" He stops, as if just realizing his words are echoing. His voice goes into a whisper, "I cannot bear that." Wait...did he just call my brother, "Master?"

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?