Seven Minutes In Heaven Stories Novels & Stories

Something that had not been corrected. Something that had been allowed. Even if only for a moment. And in Heaven, a moment was enough to begin everything.

Peter Claver—never believes in religion, leave be, God. After going through a lot of horrors in her childhood when she started to see things, she’s convinced that there’s no such thing as Divine Mercy. If there is, how can God be so unfair? ‘Twas sixteen years ago when Theresa began dreaming about a woman, trapped in a place which she calls the other dimension. Although she couldn’t see her face clearly, she could tell she’s weeping out of desolation as she couldn’t escape. It looks to her that the woman has been chained.

my grandmother gasped and clutched at her chest. My mother bent her head and quietly sobbed into her handkerchief. “What else aren't you telling us? Isn't Heaven out of surgery? Where is she?” my father said coldly. I clenched my fists at his overbearing tone. How would I tell them that Heaven is pregnant and in a coma? “Heaven…” Sensing my hesitation, Grandma grew more agitated. “Why aren't you saying anything? What's wrong with Heaven?” Taking a deep breath, I could only say, “Heaven fell into a…a coma.”

As if being a man tortured and seeking out a release, he groaned and did all he could to survive this sweet torment that soon blasted out like a firework in the night sky. He collapsed on top of me. My vision was blurred, and my whole body was numb. No one could bring me to peak after peak as Xavier did. I could not feel anything for a long while. I didn’t know how long. I lost all sense of time. And I didn’t care. Our heaving sounds filled the room. My heart still beat wildly as if it threatened to leave my body. I could feel Xavier’s drumming heart doing the same.

Dully the boy was begins to wonder if everything that had transpired was a well-acted prank. The minute hand makes another movement; officially fifteen minutes have passed since the guest had left the room. The area stained with green is quiet, devoid of life aside from the towering plants, when the night inclined boy tips his head to the side, lilac spheres defeated as he waits for that door to open. It's in the blanket of silence, that Damon feels most at home. Silence was the welcoming disappoint that was a hushed thrum beneath Damon's wispy lashes. Another noise sounds, mockingly, from the other side of the door and with the temptation of his demons slither out to play; he readjusts hims

"It's okay. You keep doing your thing. I just wanted to let you know," I said, calmly sitting down in a chair across from him. Lorenzo Townsend finally looked up at me, staring for a long while. Once, he used to look at me like that, but now, the warmth in his gaze was gone. We were college classmates. Today marked the seven years since we met and fell in love. We'd been through four years of college and three years since graduation. He'd probably forgotten what today was.

All these years I dedicated to this family had turned into nothing more than free maid service in his eyes. During the seven years of our marriage, I had given up all my social life. I just wanted to provide him with a unique sense of warmth and security at home. But my one-sided devotion had turned me into a doormat. Over time, it made my love for Harry feel even more humble. I still remembered the day Harry confessed his love to me. Back then, he earnestly told me that he would love only me from then on. He also promised that he would no longer keep in touch with his first love, Emily.

Eternity Mercer, because to Ivy, I was the only one, and to me, Ivy was forever. On Eternity’s first birthday, I saw Nina again after a long time. She came to offer her congratulations, holding a bouquet of fresh lisianthus, along with a small gift box. At the time, I was holding Eternity while speaking softly with Ivy. The sight of our family of three, so full of happiness, stabbed painfully at Nina’s eyes. Through tears, she said, "Ash, if I had not gotten so close to Rowan back then, would this happiness have been mine? We would have had a lovely baby too..."

“Nobody will want you gone if you behave, okay? You just need to follow your schedule. Do what you came here to do and you’ll be fine.” “No… no…” Heaven loses her voice, and couldn’t hold back her tears, so she breaks down, now embracing Lakri tight and bawling her eyes into the maid’s shoulder. As the voices in her head starts growing louder, Heaven’s tone rises as well with the intent to overshadow that of her whispering demons. But that doesn’t help. Their hurtful words keep dropping, each one more painful than the last. Kill yourself. End it all. No purpose, no life.

A king-sized bed sat against one wall, a plush armchair in the corner, and a private balcony with a view that could take anyone’s breath away. For a second it almost felt normal—like I was checking into a fancy resort instead of stepping back into the nightmare I had tried so hard to escape. But then the truth settled in my chest like cold stone. This wasn’t a vacation. This was a deal. Seven days. One week of being Everett’s model. One week of facing the past I thought I had left behind. And Cassian was here.