A Rip In Heaven Novels & Stories

“Your voice, your words are magical. They become a melody that stops the world inside me, making everyone else disappear. When I hear you saying how you feel about me, I find myself somewhere between heaven and earth, suspended in a moment in time. I can't move… Sometimes I find it hard to breathe because of what’s in my heart. When you tell me that you love me, I understand why I’m alive.” Billy left her a light kiss on the part where her lip was cut. Then, paying attention to the drip, he bent over and looked her deeply in the eyes. “I wasn’t able to defend you, to keep you safe from harm, so you’ll have to forgive. I didn’t realize in time that the trip to New York was a trap and I left y

Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos smiled and walked away. Palomas Blancas understood very well what the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos said, each god before leaving heaven must have permission from León de Fuego to be able to leave heaven from heaven's gate, otherwise it will be violated. break the rules of heaven. The guardian of heaven's gate is León de Fuego, if she didn't go through heaven's gate but sneaked down to the human world, he certainly wouldn't let her be punished. León de Fuego, León de Fuego, she whispered his name, a sharp pain in her heart spreading to the tips of her fingers. Human world? After all, what does Rey de Los Lobos want to show her?

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

Davis. The only other thing that ever made me feel like I was in heaven like I do now was that hug we shared a long time ago. The hug that I call my heaven. I don't get many of those hugs anymore not so much recently because of everything that recently happened between us but hopefully many more of these heaven moments to come.

"Did you transfer the money, Allison?" I didn’t reply. Instead, I cast my phone screen onto the television. Every single message between us appeared in plain sight, right on the big screen. Her smile froze on her face. The room fell silent as everyone stared, wide-eyed. Aunt Mary stood motionless, her eyes glued to the screen. The ever-clueless Ben began reading the messages out loud: [I have no money left, Allison. Can you lend me 2,000 dollars for rent? If not, I’ll get kicked out!]

Rissa couldn't hold back her tears, Adrian held her shoulder to avoid her falling, and the memories of Mariah's kindness towards her during and after Caleb's pregnancy flooded her fragile mind. Her homemade fresh foods, kind jovial words, and also unending gifts. She wondered how Stella, her mother was coping at the moment. Every fiber in her body wished the private jet hadn't developed a technical fault. They could have flown in since the previous day. Adrian had kept on monitoring the progress of it hoping they could make the trip that very day. Caleb and Bianca sat wearily on the chair. They had consoled Rissa all night, but the longer it took for the repair, the more frustrated she had b

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

It did not travel. It simply existed. Aurelian felt it within him, as natural as his own existence. “You are order.” “You are purpose.” “You are mine.” The response came instantly, unified across Heaven. “We are yours.” There was no delay. There was no variation. Aurelian’s voice joined the others, identical in tone, identical in certainty. Perfect. A command followed. Not spoken in words, but understood completely. Movement. The stillness of Heaven shifted. Wings extended, not with sound, but with light. Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance.

He was still. He was gone. Her calls were never heard by him. Her tears he never saw, Her face he could not see. The sky was bright, the sun shining bright, But the castles were under a dark black cloud. The queen stopped at the end of the bed, as tears poured down her eyes she felt her heartache. He was gone too soon, he left with too little memories.

This was precisely where the rift had been, he was sure of it. But there was only grassy earth where the hollow crack in the land had once been. He sat heavily upon it, balling his hands into fists. “The rifts are all gone,” said a strange voice, one Atticus couldn’t quite place. He looked up, scrubbing his sallow face and blinking blearily. Looking at the stranger was like looking straight into the sun. “They’re gone,” he said again, and Atticus decided the stranger was, indeed, a he. “Red Ripper is gone; so too are the nasty side-effects of their dangerous magic. The rifts were cracks in the very fabric of the world. No Red Ripper, no rifts.” He shrugged.