7th Heaven Watch Novels & Stories

She and I were all each other had now. I looked around the ground floor, thinking back to the last two years I had worked through the darkest of the underground to get here. Every day was burned in my memory, but it was worth it to make it to Warhammer and be close to the Wallber family. My stomach clenched in fear and anticipation at the thought. The Seven Days of Heaven auction, as the clients called it, only happened once a year. The club auctioned off the chance to spend seven days with one of the ten most popular prostitutes away from the club: no rules, no restrictions, and no oversight.

As the dean of educational and student affairs, my mom had always been strict about me and my brother’s conduct since we were young, keeping records of our every move. Want to eat? Memorize your textbook first. Want to buy stationary? Score full marks at your next test. My brother could never achieve anything, and I was always the one receiving all the rewards. I always thought that my mom treated us fairly. Until the day I was supposed to submit my college application, when my mom said I had to apply for a college of education to get a new phone. When I submitted my application, I saw a bunch of comments flash past my eyes. [This girl is so stupid, thinking that her mom is fair. Her

Seven's white t-shirt is stained on the chest. I watch in horror as Seven falls on the ground, blood oozing out of his body. All I can see is Blood! Blood! Blood! 💀💀💀💀💀

She would see if she could fall asleep before she reached one thousand. By three thousand Millie was tearing her hair out. It was no use, she would just get up. The radio alarm at the side of her bed said five past four, and she pressed the button to turn the radio on. The news was just at an end, and the next song was 'Love To Be.' Millie listened carefully to the haunting melody of lost love, a man who found his true love and lost her to a silly argument. The voice sounded familiar, and she wasn't too surprised when she heard who it was. "Oh that Nick Henderson certainly knows how to break hearts," said the radio presenter "that's our record of the week, and now this is another fabulous si

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.

“Hello, is this Ms. Anderson? I’m calling from Cloud Rehabilitation Center, and we’ve received your inquiry. When will you be checking in?” His familiar tone reminded me of an ex that I had dumped. While I was deep in thought, Jeremy woke up. He looked at me with teary eyes. “You’re finally awake! You’ve been unconscious for the past two days. “Don’t you know if something happens to you… I’ll join you in the afterlife?” Anyone would be touched by those words. In the past, I would have been touched as well. Instead, I only found it ironic. He carefully put a band-aid on the back of my hand where the IV needle was. He was extremely gentle, just like he was in the past.

I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place. "Corey! Don’t go!" Deanna suddenly broke down, screaming after me. "Even if the Cunninghams collapse, I won’t let the Grahams walk away unscathed! I gave you seven years of my life. Even if I have to die, I’ll take a piece of your family down with me!" I stopped and slowly turned back, looking at her like she was nothing more than a clown putting on a show. "Deanna, do you really think you have that kind of power? You’re way out of your depth."

gives such a warm cozy vibe to an otherwise way too big space. This fireplace is filled with stones and the mantle has a large piece of dark wood, giving it a rustic feel. “What should we watch?” Steph asks us all. “Oh! I really want to start the new season of The Bachelor!” Alina says all excited. “Ugh!” I groan and roll my eyes. Fuck yes! I’ve been just dying to watch it too. “Well, what do you want to watch then?” Steph asks me. “Oh…no, it’s fine you can put it on, I’m sure I’d be overruled anyway,” I say sounding defeated. C’mon, put it on already Steph! “The bachelor it is then..” Steph says with a smile. We sip at our wine and I very intently watch the TV but also try

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

And it spread. Through cities, through islands, through every place touched by the storm, the message moved. “They’re here.” “Heaven has sent them.” “Pray.” Screens lit up across the country. News channels broke into live coverage, cameras focused on the storm, on the ocean, on the two figures standing above it. Millions watched. Many prayed. Above the sea, Kaelith glanced downward, his expression shifting slightly. “They’re staring.” Aurelian remained still. “They are witnessing.”