7 Minutes In Heaven Stories Novels & Stories

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

I miss you, mom and I love you. ************************************************************* Author's Note. Hi friends, Here is the final chapter of Love Like Heaven, and with that, my second story has come to an end. I hoped you all like it. I want to thank each and every one of you who took the time out to read my story.

Holding the phone, I started forward, falling to my knees and prostrating myself with each step, dragging myself along the ground. Six miles wasn't a long distance, but it felt like my knees were shattering with every step. Blood slowly seeped through my pants, the red stain spreading to form a horrible sight. I kneeled my way through the entire night. By the time the sky started to pale with the first light of dawn, I finally crawled to the private hospital where Eva was. My throat felt scorched and raw, like it had been burned from the inside out. I forced each word out, hoarse and broken. "I'm begging you… Please, save my mother… She's the only family I have left…"

My spirit tells me to open my eyes but they are too heavy, I may have heard the gunshots but I have not felt it, maybe because I am in too much pain that I could no longer feel pain again. It takes a minute to realize my body being shook like a tiny mouse, I hear my name, it is like a whisper. The voice is familiar, dark and intoxicating. Now I want to open my eyes, the first thing I see is a body on the ground. I recognize those heels, they were the last things I saw before closing my eyes. I feel my body being lifted up. I am finally going to Heaven, the lord has called me. It's about time he did, I have suffered enough. The white skies I see give me hope, I am going to a better place. I s

I had watched a lot of movies with different depictions and descriptions of what heaven looked and felt like. Some said it was a long, endless path of gold. Others said it was nothing but white with angels and your loved ones all around you. Now, I believed everyone had a different experience of heaven. My heaven was far different from white clouds and golden gates. My heaven was the coolness of my being the minute Conrad kissed me. It was the little sounds of approval he made whenever I did something right, like lightly tugging at his hair and pulling him closer.

Seraphina “Hey, you’re here! It’s good to be with you again,” I grinned, feeling the shower water blend with my tears. Tentatively, I extended my hand, trembling with disbelief that this might be real. I gently touched his face, wiping away the water droplets. He closed his eyes, a tear rolling down his cheek as his chest rose and fell beneath me. “I knew this is what heaven would be.”

Even destined mates couldn't escape the seven-year itch. The love I'd held with such certainty—its collapse only took an instant.

She looks first at my eyes, then slowly moves her eyes to look at my outfit, more specifically my boobs. I was wearing ripped mom jeans, a red with cherries crop top that showed cleavage, and on my feet were my black and white converse. "Can we talk?" Heaven asks staring directly into my eyes. I didn't even get the chance to speak when Heaven grabs my hands and pulls me away to god knows where. Thankfully, no one was staring at us so nobody really noticed we were gone. Heaven drags me to the janitors closet, and shuts the door leaving me speechless.

Each had a thin green tube running from a silver box into their arm. “Look at them, Julian,” Maya whispered, walking past a line of sleepers. One man grinned in his dreams. An old woman’s wrinkles seemed to melt away. “They’re not just asleep. They’re trapped in some perfect dream—so perfect they never want to wake up.” Julian didn’t whisper. “This is a graveyard, Maya. A fancy, spotless graveyard for people who are still breathing.” “Welcome to the first ‘Heaven’ Clinic,” came a sharp voice.

Edwardo's POV Seven days, Seven fucking days. The rumble of engines drones against my ears as we descend through the cloud layer, heading in to land. The flight’s not been long, only two hours, but it feels like I’ve been in this tiny metal box for a fucking lifetime. While I’ve been in the air, I’ve not been able to search. From the looks on their faces, the rest of the team feels much the same way.