A Rip In Heaven Novels & Stories

But suddenly he carried me in his arms and threw me down on the water. "Goodbye angel! Go to heaven safely" I heard his voice. A huge splash! And my skin meets the salty water. I didn't feel anything. "No!" I cried frantically, struggling to stay afloat in the water. But as I tried to open my mouth, I gulped more salty water. I saw a glimpsed of light...is that the heaven above? ************************************ How is it ?

If I saw you in heaven Would it be the same? If I saw you in heaven I must be strong And carry on 'Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven Would you hold my hand? If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand? If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way Through night and day 'Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven Time can bring you down Time can bend your knees Time can break your heart Have you begging please Begging please Beyond the door

"Mom, Dad, don't you love me anymore? You're protecting Yvonne even if she messed up?" The more they tore me down, the angrier Mom and Dad became, and their pity for me reached a breaking point. More people gathered. Only then did I step out from the corner with reddened eyes. "Melanie, what are you talking about? I just had my appendix removed last night. Mom and Dad were with me the whole time. I never had an abortion, and I never did those things!" Melanie froze at my words, and her face went pale. "That's impossible. Why didn't you…"

I swallowed hard as the doorknob started to turn before it stopped, and I heard whoever it was on the other side of the door step away from it. “Nomes, baby, it’s me,” Rip called out. “I texted you and told you I was on my way home to watch the babies for you so you can go to lunch. Put the gun down, sweetheart. It’s okay. It’s just me.” I glanced at the bassinets before narrowing my eyes on the door. “Open the door!” The door slowly opened before Rip stepped into the room. “Are you alone?” “Yes, I am, my queen.” He leaned against the doorframe as his eyes moved over me. “Well, shit, I thought you were sexy before, but now, hot damn! Want a quickie before you leave?”

The measure had long since passed 27 ounces, but he didn't show any sign of stopping. My field of vision was already starting to go dark, and I felt energy and warmth being drawn out of my body mercilessly. Along with it, went any last vestiges of lingering affection I had, left from the thirty years we spent together. And so, I passed out again. When I woke up again, I faced a white ceiling, the overwhelming scent of disinfectant, and the inside of my arm, bruised and swollen from being punctured. I wasn't dead. In the room next door, I heard Mia's delicate sobs.

Then— Crash. The sound of fists meeting flesh. Furniture toppling. A grunt. A curse. I flinched. The noise was brutal and raw, along with the unmistakable rhythm of violence. My heels scraped against the gravel as I stumbled backward, and my heart continued to hammer so hard it blurred my thoughts. The sounds from inside grew louder—another crash, a choked cry, the shattering of glass. The night wind howled through the broken stillness, carrying his voice as Mateo’s words replayed in my head, over and over. “I can’t let you leave just yet, Riya…”

Everyone set down their glasses and cutlery and turned their chairs toward the screen. Dad tapped a few buttons on his tablet, and the image flickered before sharpening into focus. "Highlights From the Past 72 Hours." The title was bold and red. On screen, I was on my knees, tongue pressed against the joint of a water pipe, lapping up the droplets that seeped through. The water tasted of rust and rot. But I drank greedily, desperately. I just wanted to stay alive.

She would see if she could fall asleep before she reached one thousand. By three thousand Millie was tearing her hair out. It was no use, she would just get up. The radio alarm at the side of her bed said five past four, and she pressed the button to turn the radio on. The news was just at an end, and the next song was 'Love To Be.' Millie listened carefully to the haunting melody of lost love, a man who found his true love and lost her to a silly argument. The voice sounded familiar, and she wasn't too surprised when she heard who it was. "Oh that Nick Henderson certainly knows how to break hearts," said the radio presenter "that's our record of the week, and now this is another fabulous si

In the end, he could only curse under his breath and sign the IOU, his expression full of resentment. I left with three IOUs in hand, feeling thoroughly satisfied. Perhaps Noah was afraid I would really send the video to his father, as he cleared his entire debt within a matter of days. Just like that, over two million dollars appeared in my account, and I felt genuinely good. Over the next few days, I returned the favor for the harassment I'd endured in my previous life. I took turns "checking in" on the remaining men with calls and messages until they couldn't take it anymore and blocked me.

She was rushing straight at me. Bang! The bottle smashed brutally against my head. The sickening crunch of exploding glass erupted in my ears, followed instantly by the hot, sticky sensation of blood trickling down my temple. “Sylvia!” Maggie’s piercing scream tore through the club. I stumbled backward, my vision swimming, only to see Silvia raising another bottle high above my head, her face twisted in pure madness. “Go to hell!” When the second blow came down, the world went completely black. I collapsed into a growing pool of my own blood, my consciousness fading as nothing but chaotic, distant screams echoed in my ears.