Seven In Heaven Game Novels & Stories

Ashley asks, flashing him a smile. "You ladies want to play a game?" He probes, his smile growing even wider. "What game?" I find myself asking before I can stop myself. "Seven minutes in heaven!" The guy answers me. "Sure!" Ashley squeals. I can already tell she is going to drag me along for the ride. Before I can object, she's already holding my wrist.

I muttered and Erick smiled at me. “Shall we begin then?” The girl next to Erick which he introduced as Daisy, probed and I could have sworn she had short me a glare from the corner of her eyes, making me self conscious of the fact that she liked Erick. I guess they're a couple or something, in other words, she was hinting that he was off limits and I understood immediately. “What game are we playing?” I asked as Kelly passed me a drink. “Seven minutes in heaven.” Erick smirked and I widened my eyes in shock. This can't be good.

She had seen the dark. She had seen her own blood drip down. She had met Death. She had touched the devil. As she gasps for air. Her dagger fell. Her hair flowing free as the cold wind entered the castle. The dark clouds hovering over her home. She stared into his eyes, those lifeless eyes. Her fingers touched her wound and felt her blood seep through. She kneeled to the throne. She prepared for her death. But a shadow held her hand. She smiled closing her eyes and letting him take her away. As he did. She saw her memories pass by her eyes. Her mother. Her father. The once cheerful life. She smiled.

“Finish it.” Alex turned back toward the ice. The crowd roared again as players returned to their positions. The scoreboard still showed a tied game. Game Seven. Everything on the line. And now after surviving a supernatural war it all came down to one final play.

But something was there. Watching. Not judging. Not deciding. Watching. The realization settled in him slowly, then all at once. This was not a test. Not really. Not the way Heaven believed it to be. This was something else. Something simpler. Something more unsettling. Entertainment. A game. Kaelith let out a quiet breath. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. Aurelian’s strike came again. Kaelith blocked it, their clash sending another shockwave through the space. “You feel that?” Kaelith asked.

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."

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.

Magnus was struck silent, rooted in place. I turned away, my heels clicking as I stepped into the neon-lit night, ready to begin a new chapter. The girl who once cried alone on the rooftop no longer relied on anyone's love. With her tears now dried, she stood tall and smiled at the bright future that awaited her.

"She's just putting on an act. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be having these cramps." I watched them leave and closed my eyes in despair. In Jared's eyes, all my pain was fake, while every tear Melody shed was genuine. The system's voice came again. "One day left until you leave this world. Before you leave, the system will grant you one wish." My voice was weak, but steady. "System, I want Jared to know the whole truth." I wanted to see his reaction when he finally learned everything. The system's voice was mechanical and emotionless. "Acknowledged. Truth Revelation Program initiated."

The knowledge that all eyes were about to be on me. "And now..." the announcer dragged it out, voice rising."YOUR CAPTAIN... NUMBER SEVEN... SEBASTIAN BURKHART!" The stands exploded. I jogged out through the smoke, the roar hitting me like a physical force. I lifted my helmet once, acknowledging the crowd as flashes from phones lit up the stands. Somewhere in the sea of black and white, I could hear my name being chanted all over the stands. Yeah. This was why I played.