Novel & Cerita Seven Minutes Eren Yeager

He exclaimed as he loosened his tie and stormed off. He went back downstairs and grabbed his briefcase. "What happened?" Mykel asked with concern and confusion on his face. "What happened? He fired you? Did you quit?!" Seven did not answer as he turned away and walked back to the elevators to go to the ground floor. He pushed past people going the opposite direction in which he was. He made it closer to the doors when he saw a familiar face enter. They made eye contact. "Seven." She smiled. "Remi."

Jerry smiled nervously They are both the same age,,June is also the youngest in her group "Where's Seven?" Stella asked Frankie "His room,getting ready" Frankie replied "When are we leaving?" Trent asked "Where's Seven?" Manager Kim asked and Immediately Seven appeared from the stairs "Oh he's here" Stella smiled Seven came downstairs,, "Let's go,,we have just one hour left" They all started walking out of the house,,,Stella grabbed Seven's hand at once "Are you okay?" She asked

“Yes.” “Yeah right, she must have set a timer on her phone to go off every so often,” Kara said but was thinking, ‘Seems like she gets a better candidate than us. I need to poach her and have a better position.’ Betty on the side was also thinking the same thing, unlike Alexia who was attentively paying attention to what the chef was teaching her, as she was determined to show Seven how hard she was working. It was seven in the evening when Seven walked out of the gym, she was tired and her muscles ached a bit but she was still smiling as she had completed another set of exams and she didn’t need to return to the gym the next day.

I wanted him to say I was the woman he had been obsessed with for seven years. However, he only narrowed his eyes. That was all. "Of course." His tone was calm. "If you like this room, it's yours. Angelo, Alessia is my fiancée. Make sure she's treated accordingly." The butler Angelo Moretti's gaze flicked to me briefly before looking away. He murmured his acknowledgement and left. At that moment, my heart shattered into pieces. Even breathing hurt. Seven whole years! When he was injured and biting back screams, I was the one stitching his wounds. When he thrashed through those bloody nightmares, I was the one holding his head in my lap.

If a villager hadn't rescued me on his way down the mountain, I would've frozen to death there. "I forced myself to reach town anyway. I kept telling myself that once we got our marriage license, our wedding in the spring would be warm and beautiful. "But then you said you were filming the clouds in the mountains, that the scenery was too rare and beautiful for you to give up filming halfway." I recounted the rest of the attempts. By the time I finished speaking, there was no emotion left on my face. I simply watched the pale-looking Joseph. "There was always something and someone more important than me and our marriage," I said. "I waited for you seven times. Now, there's nothing left in me

The breeze back then had been gentle, and the sunlight had been warm. Now, everything had changed. On the last day of October, the wind turned sharper and colder. Fallen leaves were swept up, drifting down lightly at his feet. I stopped walking. Without looking back, I said quietly, "Come in and have a seat." Giuliano froze. Then, his face lit up with wild joy. He nodded profusely and cried, "Okay! Okay!" He sat on the couch, stiff and uneasy, like he'd rehearsed this moment in his head a thousand times. "I'm sorry, Elena. Everything was my fault. I killed our baby, and I killed Marta. I can't even be called human…

I was only seven when my dad, Michael Carter, jumped into the river to save a drowning man. I was still playing in the sand on the riverbank. By the time a crowd had gathered and Dad was pulled from the water, his body had turned blue. He wasn't breathing. And the grown man Dad had risked his life to save? He swam back to shore on his own, shook off the water, muttered, "Just my luck," and walked away. Mom never smiled again after that. She worked three jobs to keep our family afloat. A year later, she collapsed from exhaustion at the textile mill and never woke up. Every spring, Grandma took me to visit their graves. She would cry and say the same thing every year. "If only I hadn't taken y

After the car lost control on the highway, the passengers around me were all panicking, calling their loved ones to say what they thought might be their final goodbyes. The airbags had gone off. Glass covered the seats. My hands were shaking as I pulled my burning-hot phone from my pocket. Only after a long while did I finally call Vito Moretti. When he rejected my call, I sent him a text instead. 【I probably won’t make it out of this one. Vito, what a shame that we won’t get to grow old together.】 As I stared at the chaos outside the car window, I was strangely calm. The driver managed to avert disaster, and after I escaped the accident unharmed, I saw that Vito had posted my text on his so

Just like a loving couple. The world suddenly became quiet. The clock ticked away, like needles stabbing into my heart. During our seven years together, all those nights we'd embraced, his burning body entwined with mine. These memories had once made me certain this man was my destined Alpha, the faith I'd follow for life. Thinking of this, tears finally spilled from my eyes. I turned to close and lock the door, then walked into the bathroom. In the mirror, my curves were graceful, my tender skin still bearing Ethan's bite marks.

"Luca, are you really going through with this? What about me? What am I to you?" "A side piece." "But I love you!" "And I love her family’s money. Once we’re married, I’ll stop seeing you. I want to be a 'good husband' for the cameras." I watched the live feed from the security cameras on my phone while I packed my bags. I dialed my father. "The plane leaves in two hours. I’m heading out. See you in Miami." I snapped my suitcase shut and walked out without looking back. But before I left, I decided to give Luca a little parting gift.