Seven In Heaven Game Novels & Stories

Canan said in a disappointed tone. "Why? Where are you going?" "I've received a message via Seven and our platoon will stay at Heavens Fall as look out for enemy movements." Seven is a much smaller version of Sevenths and can be carried across three realms. Heavens fall is situated between The third and fourth realm and has four thousand galaxies all under a stalemate of the war. Canan notices Knight's expression begins to get gloomy. "Don't worry, we'll just stay there and look out, nothing more. Besides, there are four billion Starknights there." Canan said with confidence to brighten up his friend's gloomy mood.

Cain pours himself a glass of the whiskey and drinks everything in one go, his eyebrow raised. “I need you to spare me some 7s if you have them.” I keep my expression calm, unreadable that not even my eyelashes flicks. I know the rules of this simple game, even if Cain didn’t mention it. If player 1 has the cards that player 2 needs. Player 1 has to give his cards to player 2. This already means that Cain has 1 of the Card 7. And he needs it to complete his box of ponds.

"So you married someone else? Quinn, what did those seven years apart even mean?" Quinn looked at me, her expression settling back into calm. "Conrad… You must understand I'm the heir to the Summers family. I have my own duties. Hector and I are on the same level, and our marriage benefits both families. Hector said that as long as you behave, he can turn a blind eye and let you stay by my side.

After returning home, I went straight to the basement without uttering a single word. When the last bit of light above my head disappeared, all I could see was darkness. According to what I'd read, a person could only be driven to the brink of death after going seven days without food or water. Thus, I hoped they would lock me up for seven days. That way, I should be able to bypass the system and finally die. Every day, I relied on the voices outside to determine the time. By the sixth day, I was already so weak from hunger that I could barely move.

"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?

We sit in a circle, and there’s a bottle in the middle. Dave, Hasan’s best friend, stands up and clears his throat. “We are playing seven minutes in heaven.” He states, and everyone goes haywire, a common reaction for those who don’t have the balls to do what they want to do and rely on a bottle to give them seven minutes with the one they admire. Pathetic if you ask me.

Sydney's seated at the back with two girls and a guy, I try not to think about Damien's order to not associate with any male. She leaps up once she sees me approach them. “Heaven!” Sydney practically tackles me into a hug the second I’m within arm’s reach. “Thank God, you made it! I was worried about your psycho husband holding you hostage for a second.” I laugh. “He's not that crazy.” She pulls back, then spins me toward the table. “Okay, introductions. Everyone, this is Heaven. Heaven, meet my friends.” The brunette with the sleek bob stands first. “Lila,” she says, offering a warm handshake. “I’ve been dying to meet you.”

The streetlights cast a warm, dim glow over us, stretching our shadows long across the cobblestone. He muttered the entire way, and he finally stopped walking and cleared his throat, his expression so solemn one would think he was making a sacred vow. "Serena, I learned a saying, ah… Come hell or high water, I would go… For you…" His azure irises were filled with sincerity, and though he was so clumsy that I almost laughed, I couldn't help but feel the warmth in my heart. Just as I was about to reply, a shadow barrelled out of the alleyway nearby, smashing into Steven with a punch to the side of his face and the scent of alcohol.

The hush in the hidden apartment was no longer a comfort. It was a suspended breath. Sabe sat at the steel desk, the light of the ancient tablet casting his face in a jaundiced blue glow. He had mapped the web, summoned the players, but the intel hung heavy in his belly like a weight of lead. The scope of the enemy was paralyzing. Section Seven was not a target; it was terrain. You couldn't shoot the air.

Bryan’s gaze swept over my body with a bone-chilling coldness. “We haven’t met in so long. Aren’t you… going to say hello?” I looked at him, and my lips parted slightly. A thousand words gathered on my tongue, yet what came out was something else. “Bryan, please lend me another $300,000.” Bryan was stunned for a moment. A hint of anger lit up his cold eyes. He grabbed my hand. “We haven’t met for seven years, and this is all you have to say to me?”