Seven Minutes In Heaven Rules Novels & Stories

He smacked his thigh and ranted, "You don't have to hold it against Claire anymore, Zachary. We've already taught her a lesson the last time she brought up calling off the engagement!" Startled, Zachary repeated, "You taught her a lesson?" "That's right! Rest assured, for we're definitely on your side," Angus said hastily. "If she acts up again, I'll make her kneel in front of the house for three days straight! We'll see if she'll still have the nerve to throw a tantrum after that." Zachary squeezed the glass in his hand so tightly that it shattered. "You'll… make her kneel for three days straight?"

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

Bryan’s gaze swept over my body with a bone-chilling coldness. “We haven’t met in so long. Aren’t you… going to say hello?” I looked at him, and my lips parted slightly. A thousand words gathered on my tongue, yet what came out was something else. “Bryan, please lend me another $300,000.” Bryan was stunned for a moment. A hint of anger lit up his cold eyes. He grabbed my hand. “We haven’t met for seven years, and this is all you have to say to me?”

The plane taxied onto the runway. The engines roared to life. I closed my eyes. Seven years ago, on a full moon night, he’d bitten the nape of my neck and whispered, "From this day forward, my soul is bound to yours." The moonlight spilled through the window onto our tangled bodies. I thought that was forever. Tonight, seven years later, I was severing that thread myself—a thread called "fate." I summoned the ancient power in my blood.

The elevator scanned them, took their body heat, weapons, fingerprints, and everything. They were used to it. As the elevator doors slid open, the familiar voice echoed through the underground building, reciting the carved-in rules. Rule 1: As a member of the Black Haven Gang, do not break any rules. Rule 2: Follow all instructions. Rule 3: Carry out your missions and make them successful, no matter what. Rule 4: In whatever you do, never fall in love. Rule 5: Break any rule and the consequence is DEATH.

No means no. Rule 7 – Submissives will always sleep in the same bed as their dominants. A minimum of 6 days shall be given with the 7th day being an optional day for whatever room she wishes to sleep in. Rule 8 – Submissives can NOT refuse attention given to them by their dominants Rule 9 – Safe word is key. Anytime that a submissive feels like her limit is being reached she may always use her given safe word, and the dominant will obey her. Abusing the safe word is prohibited and considered an offense by punishment.

He spoke into her hair. “You will learn three new rules,” he said. “Rule five. When I count, you follow the number with breath. One is in. Two is hold. Three is out. Rule six. When I tell you to stay still, you are stone. Rule seven. If you need more, you say more. If you need less, you say less. You are not silent unless I tell you to be.” She nodded. “Say them back.” “One is in. Two is hold. Three is out. Stay still means stone. If I need more, I say more. If I need less, I say less. I am not silent unless you tell me.”

He did not trust me after seven years together. The clock on the wall struck three. It was the last day of my bet with Bailey. It was also the date that Jeremy had planned to propose to me.

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

“The victor shall be granted one wish.” A pause. “One wish, answered by the Creator.” For the first time, something moved through the gathering. Not outward. Not visible. But there. Aurelian did not react. But the meaning was clear. Absolute. A wish. From the Creator. Nothing more needed to be said. “You are given time.” The Archangel’s voice remained steady. “Fifty years.” “To prepare.” Time did not hold the same weight in Heaven. And yet, it mattered. “Those chosen will represent Heaven.”