Seven Minutes Eren Yeager Novels & Stories

My husband, Harrison Knight, was a workaholic. When stomach pain landed me in the hospital, he had his assistant send me medication. When my mother underwent surgery, he was abroad negotiating an acquisition. In seven years of marriage, he'd missed three of my birthdays and five of our anniversaries. He always said, "The company's still getting off the ground. I can't afford to slow down." I understood. Years ago, his first love, Celeste Foster, had left him because he was poor. Afterward, he'd sworn he would make something of himself. He went on business trips, had late nights, and worked himself to the bone. For seven years, Harrison had pushed himself relentlessly, going from a pen

Waves splashed her skirt as he turned and smiled, “Hold on tight, Mrs. Carter!” Seven years of love were just like a bubble. She pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Pick me up in seven days, as planned.] No sooner had she pressed send than a deafening bang echoed from downstairs.

I looked at the sparkling letters in the night sky, feeling as if I were in a different lifetime. Yes, seven years. From the innocent princess of the Vettori family to the Donna of the Marino Family. These seven years had changed me so much. Enough to turn deep love into betrayal, and vows into lies. Lucian turned me to face him, his dark green eyes so focused they seemed to melt me. "Seven years, and every year I've wanted to give you the best." He slowly leaned in to kiss me. If I hadn't heard him and Sophia moaning in his office yesterday, I might have been fooled by this Oscar-worthy performance until the day I died.

Before that, Susan didn't want to eat, and Caleb had to coax her to eat—Seven failed markings, seven excuses to run to Susan, seven times to abandon me without hesitation. I gave him seven chances, but he didn't have the time to mark me. The last time when Caleb left me, my heart got used to it. I was not as sad as I was the last seven times. Maybe I had long been accustomed to being abandoned alone, or perhaps I had long expected his departure.

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.”

And there were enough windows for the sunbeams to serve as the light down the basement. You tittled as you brought your hands into your nape to rub it. I scoffed once more as I crossed my arms. I stared at you as if I am amused with how you just tricked me easily and me, being the dummiest on the other hand, actually fell for it. Geeze. We've been talking for almost an hour about the itinerary for this day, but I only realized it now? "Geeze, Deron." "I'm sorry, okay? I just wanted to spend every minute with you." I rolled my eyes.

Now that they had made it into the finals, it was entirely because I was carrying them single-handedly. Rowan, Rhea, and the rest never thought the team I led would be the one standing across from them in the finals. A sense of crisis crept over Rowan. He knew my ability as a jungler. With only a week left before the match, a batch of negative rumors about me suddenly exploded online. A heavily edited video was widely reposted by marketing accounts across all platforms, titled: Nina Vale’s Ultimate Simp.

Couldn’t I have found a better excuse? Erden fakes back a smile, hardly able to hide the fact that he is not at all convinced. Thankfully, Eren appears in the salon and his face lits up on seeing Erden. "Sir, sir!" He cries out excitedly and runs to him. Erden eyes widen on looking at my son who is sneaking in between his legs. “What the hell did you do to him!” He gasps. “It’s her.” I correct with a grin. Eren gives me an accomplice wink before he begins tossing his wig over his shoulder. "I'm Erena." He tells Erden, flipping his false hair.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

I nod and Nadia's smile intensifies. “See uncle, Zebrina isn't a child she knows what she wants” Nadia says, her tone radiating with excitement, as she turns towards me, “So Zebrina is it a date?" I open my mouth, planning to excitedly give in, when the TV suddenly catches my attention. It was a breaking news segment scrolls across the screen, and my breath catches. There he was. The most beautiful man I have ever seen, a breathtaking young man dressed in a suit by name Eren Yeager, owner of Yeager group of companies.