A Rip In Heaven Novels & Stories

Royal’s POV The moon was a cold, sharp blade in the sky, carving our shadows into the dirt. We stood like statues. Five grown men, leaders and killers, paralyzed by the sight of a girl who was supposed to be a ghost. The silence didn't last. It shattered when Ripley moved. He didn't just walk; he lunged. In a blur of desperate movement, he was on his knees over her, his fingers locking around her throat. The sound that came out of him was a jagged hiss, full of years of rot and resentment.

Certification: I, the undersigned, hereby certify that the foregoing is a true and correct copy of a resolution duly adopted by the Board of Directors of Ripples Investment Firm…’ “What the fuck is this? What gender based, sexual bullshit?” My growl rattles the silence. Panic burns in my veins. Helia just raises a brow. “It’s written there in black and white, Hulio. You’re out.” Then, like salt on raw flesh, he shows me his phone. Breaking news. Blurred faces. Women’s voices. Accusations. Rape. Assault. My breath stops when a familiar face fills the screen. Her. A stripper I fucked when I first came back to the States. The night crashes over me, her cries, her struggle, the sharp sting of my

Criss tried to get out of his seat. Rizki continued to walk towards Criss and was followed by a group of undead walking towards Criss. Criss tried to get up from his seat and he found an Indonesian Air Force helicopter approaching him. The helicopter gave light to see where Criss was and prepared to fire at the undead that continued to walk towards Criss. Dor! Dor! Dor! Dor! Dor! Dor! The shot hit the target and finally, the helicopter threw a bomb from the undead's direction.

They both fall down him over her. I gasped at the scene. Huh did god just answered my prayers? OMG this scene infront me is so damn cliche. I guess her dream came true. She always wanted to hold Aarav now look destiny made their ways to them. We all started to shout and cheer for them but who we are kidding they're in their own lalala land. Unknown POV: What Rags didn't know was this wasn't her friend's destiny, this was her friend's very firts start of her way to destruction.

Heaven’s POV The moment my legs start functioning again, I beeline straight for the bathroom before anyone can get a good look at me. I grip the sink and wince at my reflection. My hair looks like I tried to wrestle someone... and lost. My cheeks are still pink, and my neck— Dear God. Did he have to mark me too? I splash cold water on my face, trying to cool the heat still rolling through me. I dab at my lipstick, reapply, blot, reapply again because it’s still not looking right.

Victoria’s slippers were gone from the doorway. There was no late-night snack waiting for him in the kitchen. Even the familiar scent of lavender had vanished from the air. Finn stood in the center of the living room, a profound emptiness washing over him. The will to fight drained out of him. For the first time, he felt utterly and completely alone.

She sat back on the bed and listened to the song, but part of the lyrics caught her off guard. 'I was in your sights, you got me alone, you found me... I guess you didn't care, and I guess I liked that... I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now, flew me to places I'd never been, til you put me down... No apologies, he'll never see you cry, pretends he doesn't know, that he's the reason why, you're drowning... And the saddest fear, comes creeping in, that you never loved me...' The lyrics left Haylee numb.

Kael started running toward her. But it was too late. Celeste stepped through the rip. The other side was worse than she thought it would be. Everything was gray and cold and empty. The ground felt soft like it was made of old bones. In the distance she could see shapes moving. Things that used to be people maybe. The rip was behind her now. She could see Kael and Ronan through it like they were on the other side of a window. They were both yelling something but she couldn't hear them anymore.

“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.

Then, he moves. Adam crosses the room in three giant strides, his fingers rough as they slide under my chin, tilting my face up to his. His voice is like gravel and wildfire, scorching through me. *"You’re hurt."* *"I can handle it."* His throat bobs, restraint barely keeping him together. Then, without another word, he grips the iron shackles and **rips them apart** like they’re twigs. The cool rush of freedom sends shivers down my spine. But before I can regain my balance, Adam swoops me up into his arms.