Seven Minutes Eren Yeager Novels & Stories

With each crying spell, I lost some of the anticipation I had for our wedding—and my love for Zachary as well. Now, after the seventh time, I no longer felt any love for him. My heart was empty, but I didn't feel sad about it. Something new would always come along to fill it up. After roughly wiping my tears away, I pulled out my phone and called Dr. Ezekiel Lane, my former superior. "Dr. Lane, it's about that medical relief program you mentioned. I'm calling to tell you that I'm willing to join the team."

My heart felt like a worn-out cloth—thin, unraveling, leaking pain with every beat. I stared at the ground, and I couldn't even meet my own eyes in the glass door's reflection. My feet moved before I could think. Seven times. Seven times I waited for her at that same office. And every single time, she never showed. I was just about to call a cab when Claire came running. Literally. She jogged up, breathless, her coat flapping open and her hair bouncing with each step. A smile played on her lips, a little sheepish.

Susanna's face twisted with rage. She raised her hand, ready to strike dad, but he did not flinch. His voice, though pained, was steady as he continued, "Seven years ago, when Matthew heard you were leaving, he tried to make it to the airport to see you one last time. But fate had other plans—a drunk driver in a speeding truck left him no way to escape."

He was a very strict man and God knows if he’ll take the task lightly with me. “Amanda Ezeh… You’ll be going to Mr Richard Okafor's mansion to get his finger print on an important project we’re working on and you have only 7days to do that . Go home and pack your bags… Your ride will be here in 10 minutes ” The cocky old man said and got back to what he was doing. i still couldn’t believe what I just heard. I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone!!

I turned to the screen, and the sight of Erwin’s teary eyes is making me feel weak. “Please, mommy? I promise to be good. Please come home, I miss you so much. I want a mommy too…” his small, guilty voice is tearing my heart apart. “I’m sorry for shouting…I didn’t mean to be bad. I promise, mommy, if you come home, I will eat all my vegetables and nanny Lucy won’t have to force me to go to sleep.” “I…uhm…” Dang it. “…okay.” *** Why do we have to play seven minutes in heaven?!

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.

I replied without hesitation: [Quinn, let's break up. After sending it, I blocked her. I did not question her any further, nor did I accuse her hysterically. I simply ended this seven-year-long deception. When the plane took off, I turned and looked at the city lights outside the window. Where those lights glowed in the distance, there would never again be a way home for me.

He looked completely composed, but the quiet tension in his frame told a different story. "The radio lines are back up," he said. "Gerald has an extraction unit clearing the lower pass right now. We need to be on the staging deck in ten minutes." "Fine," I muttered, tying my laces with freezing fingers. "Let's go." The walk back down the ridge line was grueling. The fresh snow came up to our knees, but Axel walked slightly ahead, his broad back carving out a path through the snowbanks so I wouldn't lose my balance.

Seraphina’s face twisted into a snarl. “You’re lying! You love me!” She stalked toward him, her eyes filled with a desperate obsession. “Who was it that kissed me so hard in your office? Who came running to me every single time he pushed her away?” “You think you can lie to yourself? Kaelen, you love ME!” Looking at her contorted face, Kaelen suddenly remembered. Seven years ago, Elara cooked for him for the first time. She was terrible at it. She’d burned her hands in several places, but she smiled as she served him a table of burnt, misshapen dishes.

As if on cue, the door was wrenched open from outside and Seven's somewhat disheveled figure appeared in the doorway. His shirt was untucked, and wrinkled hair stuck up at odd angles. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed after a rough night, but his eyes were alert and wary, scanning the interior rapidly for any signs of injury. Serena's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. Her gaze darted between Seven, looking utterly defeated with his shoulders slumped and brow furrowed in a kicked-puppy expression of someone who had failed spectacularly at protecting what mattered most, and Knox as if searching desperately for answers to this sudden chaos that had shattered their inti