A Rip In Heaven Novels & Stories

“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.

Michal smiled, she was happy she still had Hammed and Lekky with her, they've been through so much together but they were still with each other. Smiling In Heaven Song; VERSE 1: Everyday of my life, I think so much about my lost love. Are you on your way to heaven? I wanna know I’m just curious. Or are you there already? Let me know it’s getting too long. What you going through where you are? Can the new faces over there make you smile? Are there strangers that you don’t even know?

Aria asked and Britt and I wordlessly agreed as I moved over lifting the remote off the nightstand handing it to Aria. "What are we watching?" Britt asked her. "Princess and the frog," she replied finding the movie earning smiles from us both. Contentment held me in its grasp and at that moment, I could envision forever. Even though the world was still falling apart I was at peace because I found love not only in myself but in the people around me and I guess that's as close to happily ever after as one can get. Nothing in life is perfect and ever will be if you let society define your perception of perfection.

Siddarth said " I also don't have believe in such things. I stopped falling into their legs an year back. My life taught me these God's are only just rocks. Neither they can see our tears or they can help us from any fire pit. " Nivi said reliving all her frustration towards god for making her life into a mess.

A couple of seconds have passed as we both tried to catch our breaths. He looked over his shoulder instead. "I think we los-" The car flew off the end of the unfinished bridge into thin air. - - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - My eyes felt heavy. My entire body is sore. Constant ringing in my ears. Gabriella. Gabriella. "Gabriella." A faint voice called out. I slowly fluttered my eyes, everything was blurry. "Gabriella woke up!" there's the voice again. "Please baby come on! You need to wake up."

Finally, I dragged him back to the rooftop. Everyone at the scene gasped. It took them a while before they got over the shock and rushed over to secure the dazed patient. Even Kate had stopped crying. I wiped the blood off my hands and strode toward her. With my blood-stained hand, I slapped her hard across the face. I poured all of my anger and hatred for killing me in my last life into the slap. The force sent her staggering backward, nearly falling to the ground. Her meticulously styled hair was disheveled. The blood-stained slap mark on her face began swelling.

Reigna I had a dream. A nightmare, rather. “Babe, look. This is-” Axle’s voice rang so loudly in my head as I ran away, my feet is damp from the pouring rain, and my tears are mixing along the cold droplets from the sky. When I turned on a nearby alley, there stood Carlisle with his eyes mirroring the hatred he has for Violet. “I need you to do your job and stay out of things that don’t concern you.” His voice, as loud as Axle’s, made my heart throb and my head ache. The rain poured more, with storms lighting up the pitch black night.

she hissed, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and raw, bleeding hurt as she tried to wrench her arm free. ​"What the hell are you doing?" Ryan demanded, his jaw clenching violently as he used his body to shield her from the worst of the cameras. The pristine, emotionally controlled billionaire was fracturing in real-time. "The Blackstone board is watching us from the windows. The media is right there. You are ruining the narrative."

I’d never seen anything like this. His eyes were empty. His face was calm. Like he was enjoying it. “Stop,” I whispered. “Rian.” He didn’t hear me. “Rian!” He stopped. The chair was still raised above his head. Carter was bleeding on the floor, barely breathing. “Please,” my voice cracked. “Put the chair down.” Rian turned and looked at me. I didn’t recognize him. His eyes were empty. Like someone had scooped out everything human and left nothing behind. His chest heaved. His hands were wet with blood.