Seven In Heaven Game Novels & Stories

​New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Thursday. 11:47 AM ​Xavier was already deep into a call with Nadia before Scarlett had even finished her second round of logistics. The penthouse had shifted from a residence into a tactical assembly floor. Margot had somehow manifested a fourth monitor—a tablet propped precariously against the backsplash—running the Apex-7 documentation in a scrolling waterfall of data that sat parallel to the seventeen-name verification and the grand jury procedural requirements she’d been researching for the last hour in a silent, caffeinated fury.

Tom pointed at the barren apartment. “Eve and Jordan have seven years of history together. “We’ve all seen how Eve’s been with Jordan these past seven years.”

I lay in bed, and my tears slid onto my pillow. Of course, I did not really want to die. He would not do anything to me because of the money. I just wanted to see how much humanity he had left. He was stunned. After a long period of silence, he said, “I won’t let Rose hurt you anymore. It’s going to be Monday the day after tomorrow. Let’s start over again when the time comes. Go to sleep.” Start over again? Did he really think that I would still believe his lies at this point?

Voices suddenly echoed from every direction. Heavy, deep, and simultaneous. “To sit on this throne, you must become more than human, but not become a God.” Rayden looked around. From the fire mist that circled the throne, seven figures slowly emerged. They were tall, clad in war robes, but faceless—only fire behind their helms. The Seven War Arcs, the final guardians of the Third Heaven. Rayden stood firm. “You want to test me again?”

Now, standing on the Millennium Bridge, I spread my arms and let the wind slip through my fingers. Sunlight warms my skin beneath the clear blue sky. I'm glad I chose myself. One bad chapter doesn't have to ruin the whole story. Sometimes, something better is waiting just around the corner. "Hi, I didn't get a chance to ask at the airport. What's your name?" I turn around. A familiar pair of beautiful blue eyes meets mine. "It's you." He's wearing a plaid shirt. He gives me a slight nod and a warm smile. "Julian Reed."