3 Steps Above Heaven Book Novels & Stories

I had turned away, gaze fixed onwards. “He wouldn’t be there to walk me down the aisle” And only then did I realize that I had no one to walk me down the aisle, no father figure to give my hands to Cameron at the alter. Now, tell me why I wouldn’t be worried. I had gotten to my feet, ravening thoughts rushing to my head. Was this the pressure people spoke of? Or was this just the beginning. “Breathe, Nia” Mother had come behind me, hands caressing my shoulders.

“The Divine Steps are actually very simple. They’re steps that mortals must climb to go against the heavens with their mortal bodies. “There are nine steps in total, and each step equals one tribulation. With each tribulation comes a punishment from the heavens. Each tribulation is stronger than the last and more calamitous.”

## Chapter 18 ### Vaelora Vaelora's POV I didn’t look back at Zane. I didn’t care if he followed me or if he vanished back into the shadows like the ghost he was. Blinded by anger, I bolted out the hanging, splintered front door and lunged down the wooden staircase, my boots slamming against the steps in a frantic, desperate rhythm. There was one person left in this building. One person who claimed to see things nobody else could.

93 Geoffrey glares at me through his swollen eye slits, but I smile back because karma is such a fucking bitch, and these people are about to get a rude awakening. The row was long and dull, and the nonstop ringing of the church bell wasn't making the mood any better. The hemp rope biting into my wrists reminded me that this wasn't a cruise under the stars. The glowing lamps from the docks were coming closer and closer, and in a few moments, the boat was steered next to a wooden ladder nailed to the high dock. Shit Do not ask me how I got up the ladder without hands, but my body is covered in bruises

Ryan replied. ​As she stepped out into the cool night air, the heavy door of the limousine clicked shut behind her with a sound as final as a prison cell door locking into place. She didn't watch the car drive away. She walked up the concrete steps of her building, knowing that when she left it tomorrow, she would be stepping into a world where every smile was a lie, every touch was a strategy, and the man she had once broken held all the cards.

Like a dried-up well. Nobody cared. Not about her. “A rootless cultivator isn’t a cultivator,” he’d said, gentle as if reciting poetry. “She’s a stain.” Her father didn’t even glance at her. Her brothers looked at her like someone finally lifted a heavy weight from their shoulders. So when a fire ripped through the estate—probably some rival assassin targeting the scripture vault—nobody looked for the disgraced third daughter. She became part of the casualties, one less problem on their ledgers.

They said. Inside the dream, "So this is heaven?" Georgia asked herself. From afar, she saw angels singing, and a mansion of Gold. Everything from it are shining. "So this is the heaven according to the Bible?" Georgia said. She never read the whole book but she knows something about it. Then she looked around. She was actually standing at the gates of heaven. It was so high and so big. "How can I enter in this gate?" She asked herself. "Nevermind." She strode walked to it. Then someone stopped her. "Where's your pass?" A person asked. He appeared suddenly in front of the Golden Gate. "My pass?" She asked herself. "Yes your pass." That person asked. He was shining and wore a white robe. He i

Her eyes never fluttered away from the dark forest. She wanted to know more, she wanted to explore, see, and touch the black soil which held secrets. But she could not. They say the devil himself resides within the dense never-ending woods of that forest. Men and Women were sacrificed for their evil deeds to the god of death over the board. Stripped of their humanity and taken to hell by the evil. She felt her body shiver, the sacrifice of a villager she once saw while young. She could not imagine the pain of the people.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket and straightened his shoulders, his expression returning to its stiff, unreadable mask. There really was a mole. And he was standing right inside Damien’s walls. *...*...*...*...*...*... I slowly climb the stairs, heading over to our room. The second I push open the bedroom door, I see Heaven sitting up in bed, Eden cradled against her chest, his tiny fist curled around a lock of her hair while he sleeps. The soft glow of the bedside lamp turns her skin golden. She looks exhausted yet so very... beautiful. Her eyes snap to me and the worry in them melts the moment she realizes I’m in one piece.

" Tanya. Once in the past, that name would have dragged me down into an endless abyss, but now, looking at it didn't cause even the slightest discord in my heart. That was another life, lived by another person. In the room was a fireplace, burning bright. I stepped over and tossed the entire stack in—papers, journal, everything. The papers curled in the embers, blackening and turning to dust and ash, along with everything contained within—the love, the hate, and the regret, none of that had to do with me anymore. Then, the door was pushed open, and Steven walked in. He was especially handsome today, and even his English seemed particularly fluent. "Are you ready, my love?" He extended his ha