Seven Minutes Eren Yeager Novels & Stories

Steph presses the button that reads two and the doors close. As soon as the doors close I immediately let out a deep breath. “Oh man Steph, how am I going to survive the next 37 days here? I don’t fit in here at all. I’ve only met a few people and they already seem to hate me” I say leaning against the elevator wall. “They’re probably sitting there right now laughing at me.”

"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.

For seven years, I had been changing myself for him, only for everything to end up being my fault. Not long after, Harry updated his social media with a photo of himself and Emily. In the picture, they were embracing and kissing, looking like a loving couple married for seven years. Honestly, I found it somewhat amusing when I saw that post. Harry sent me warm, caring messages in the morning, but he was out with his beloved first love in the evening. He wanted to be a gentle, devoted husband while still being attached to his charming and beautiful first love. Catering to the emotional needs of two women in one day must be quite exhausting.

Elizabeth At first the screen was blank, then it turned to my house,my parents room to be precise. I was already shaking so bad, I had barely processed the last videos. I couldn't process the reality that Eren was a murderer ,one that kills with a smile on his face. He killed Felix. He tortured Dwain. And he smoothly bypassed all of it in court. Then my mind went over to when I saw him torturing that man that had come to abduct me in my old apartment.

When I let it go and looked up, I came face to face with Ella, who took her throbbing eyes away from me the second I glanced her way. Pretending, she lowered her head and started typing on her phone. Her heart raced at that smirk she released earlier. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything. She knew planning something, and I could feel it, but I can’t figure it out. I snapped out of my reverie the moment seven’s hands grazed my upper thighs and he motioned that I stood up with my bag. “Alright guys, we’d see later.” Seven’s voice cut through the air. “We’re leaving?” I repeated slowly, confused, after lifting my ass from the soft chair.

The sharp smell of antiseptic stung my nose. I slowly opened my eyes to a world of sterile, freezing white. "You're awake? Then stop playing dead." A cold, familiar voice echoed by the bed. I turned my head and saw Julian in his white healer's coat. He was the pack's lead healer, and one of my former targets. Once, when I was spiraling into severe depression from Caleb's emotional abuse—terrified of failing my mission and on the verge of a breakdown—Julian had saved me.

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.

Rylan’s eyes went _white_. _Seven_. _Full_. _God_. “_Yes_,” he said. And _ran_ to him. Not walking. _Running_. _7 weeks old_. _Running_. Kieran _didn’t shoot_. _Couldn’t_. Because Rylan _laughed_. _Joy_. _Real_. He hit Project 1’s legs. Hugged them. “_One_,” Rylan said. _Seven_. “_You came_.” Project 1 looked _down_.

The air turned to glass, vibrating, about to shatter. The medical monitors shrieked. "I did this?" Soren let out a harsh laugh. "She's the one who betrayed me! She trampled on our bond at the sacred altar!" "That was seven years ago!" "Seven years?" Soren's eyes glowed a dangerous gold. "Do you have any idea what seven years of that pain is like? Do you understand that torment?" Julian took a step forward, his own silver-grey eyes blazing. "Of course I do! Because I love her, too!"