Seven Minutes In Heaven Eren Novels & Stories

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.

It is nearly dusk by the time all the men are done, they leave the tent, spitting down on Eren's pitiful sobbing form as though he disgusted them. For the first time, Eren looks up and sees Rene and Rene feels a tightness enveloping his chest. Gone is the arrogant, spoiled Alpha that used to bully him; Eren looks so much smaller now in Rene's eyes, frail and vulnerable. Eren's soulless eyes bore into Rene's, taking in Rene's clean clothes, which are made from expensive fur, his well-groomed hair and his healthy glowing complexion. "Are you here to mock me? You seem to be living a good life now," Eren wails, his voice cracking with a sob.

EREN'S POV I wake up to the feeling of Bennis's hands all over me. She's kissing my neck, her breath hot against my skin. It's 4 am, and the darkness of the room seems to amplify her every move. She whispers in my ear, her voice husky and seductive. "Eren, wake up. I want you." I try to push her away, but she's relentless. She's like a dog on heat, desperate for attention. I feel a wave of panic wash over me as I realize I'm trapped. "Bennis, stop. Please," I say, trying to sound calm.

I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place. "Corey! Don’t go!" Deanna suddenly broke down, screaming after me. "Even if the Cunninghams collapse, I won’t let the Grahams walk away unscathed! I gave you seven years of my life. Even if I have to die, I’ll take a piece of your family down with me!" I stopped and slowly turned back, looking at her like she was nothing more than a clown putting on a show. "Deanna, do you really think you have that kind of power? You’re way out of your depth."

Luca and Fiona locked eyes, their faces ashen with the realization of what they had done. "So," Marco leaned in, "was that a big enough 'surprise' for you?" Surprise didn't even cover it. Luca looked like he was about to faint right there on the spot. Fiona’s friends gathered around, and Marco greeted each of them in the same perfect dialect. The room went dead silent. "Oh, and one more thing," Marco added, snapping his fingers. "Angelina has a special gift for everyone here tonight." On cue, the massive projector screen in the ballroom flickered to life. A high-definition video began to play.

“Please… stop calling me that.” Matthew was looking at her in surprise. “What do you…” “Stop calling me by that nickname!” Allison cried out, letting the tears finally fall from her eyes. “We’re not lovers anymore, Mattie… you have to stop calling me that… just…” Suddenly, the world swam before her eyes. It was as though the room was spinning, the ground tilting its way to meet her. Her body felt like it was burning, the heat spreading throughout her limbs like wildfire.

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.

Although both of them aren't official, it's still cute that they're able to hold hands in public without the fear of being criticized. Heaven sits in between Deena and I, leaving Deena to look at her with widen eyes. Deena whispered something in Heavens ear, which Heaven whispered, "I don't care," In a stern voice, leaving me in a confused state from beside them. "Is everything okay?" I ask trying to get them to stop whispering at each other. They both look at me and nod. Heaven doesn't stop looking at me, in fact, she's looking at me through her intense emerald eyes. She looks first at my eyes, then slowly moves her eyes to look at my outfit, more specifically my boobs.

What a powerful preacher I am. ***** "I'm at Bougarnsney Drink and Lounge," I said into the phone. "I'll see you soon," Shalling replied, and hung up. A car pulled up just moments later. It was Shalling Barmer. She stepped out, looking extensively stunning, even more beautiful than the last time I'd seen her. Her embellished heels clicked sharply against the marble tiles. She looked far more feminine than she had on the sports field. I waved my phone in the air to guide her. She walked over and stood before me—two beautiful angels taking each other in.

Jeffrey was displeased, "You’ve got the room. What?" Joanna replied in a sad tone, "It's a video conference from the branch over in the Utedes. You have to personally attend, Mr. Chaney." Jeffrey glanced at me in his arms and helplessly put me down. My body stiffened, and I couldn't speak. "You go to my room and wait for me." Jeffrey said and walked towards Joanna. The two of them entered the room and closed the door. The bright light disappeared. I felt relieved, but the cold sweat had long soaked through my clothes.