A Rip In Heaven Novels & Stories

but rithik is completely not in his senses to listen to her she was hitting the door though her hands started to bleed she is crying and screaming "why God what I did to get hurt this badly why I loved a person and that person is misunderstanding me what I should do" four people heartbreaks will they get healed or remains broken....... from the sky good angel is weeping continuously evil angel : stop crying you fool good angel : you don't have a heart so what you dont feel anything evil angel : you have a heart right so what crying like a fool good angel : its hurting to see them broken evil angel : let's see what happens next

Chapter 29: Riding into Hell The hell rift tore open the eastern sky like a wound that refused to clot. Raven felt it before she saw it—a deep, unnatural vibration rolling through the earth, up through the black stallion’s hooves and into her bones. The air tasted of sulfur and scorched iron; the horizon bled crimson where the Widow’s Veil should have been quiet under dawn mist. Instead, a jagged vertical tear pulsed there, thirty feet high, edges flickering with molten light. Shapes moved on the other side—hulking silhouettes with too many limbs, eyes like furnace coals, war-hounds with jaws that dripped black flame.

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.

Toni and Xian both turned to him, horrified. “What?” Toni gasped. Xian began to cry as Toni pulled her into a tight embrace. Something was wrong — deeply wrong. The air was shifting. The water felt heavier. Then, as if in response to their fear, a single taunting wave slammed against the hull. Bob staggered. His breath came in sharp bursts. “Okay. Okay. Fuck!” Xian looked up at him, her face soaked in saltwater and tears. “Tony!” What none of them realized was that they were now drifting within the center of a massive tidal rip — a silent predator hidden beneath the sea. Bob knew Tony was a strong swimmer, but too much time had passed.

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.

I shook uncontrollably, putting all my strength into each hit. Cynthia's screams grew louder, and the wounds on her face were starting to bleed. Her eyes filled with terror. Blood was frothing from her mouth as she shook. "You... Let go of me, this... This is illegal… You... Will get arrested..." My jaw clenched with rage, and all I felt was endless hatred. I aimed the phone at Cynthia's eye, ready to blind her. Suddenly, my mom's anxious voice came through. "Emily? Emily, are you there... Don't do anything stupid!"

Feeling was all I could do. Her dress had a zipper at the back, the only thing between me and Heaven itself. My hands shook as I tried to pull it down, but the metal caught halfway. I tugged again, harder. No luck. “Come on,” I grumbled, fighting with the stupid thing. Seraphina laughed softly and turned around. “Don’t you dare ruin my dress.” “Then help me out,” I said, half out of breath. She moved her hair aside, and the smooth line of her neck came into view. I froze. That was the spot. The mark. The place I’d dreamed about since the moment our eyes met. My instincts roared to bite, to claim, to seal what the bond had started.

“Cal? Oh my Goddess! SOMEONE HELP!” The pain makes me stumble back, falling to my knees. Slashes appear across my chest and stomach, destroying my shirt and spraying blood everywhere. It’s like an invisible force is ripping me apart. I pull off my shirt exposing deep gashes of claw marks dripping with blood. Charli looks at me in the light of the fire and screams. “DON’T JUST SIT THERE YOU GUYS! HELP HIM! WHO HAS A PHONE?! CALL MY DAD! WHO CAN MINDLINK? WE NEED THE PACK GUARDS!”

I was just riding on her coattails. Why should I apologize to her when I did nothing wrong? But it was pointless saying all that. I wheeled myself to the back door while everyone was busy showing Serina concern. Just as I was walking along the corridor, I saw Serina leaning in Alaric’s embrace, her bathrobe wide open as she sat on his lap. “Alaric, my wound hurts. Help me rub it better.” “Sure.” Alaric leaned forward, their bodies pressed tightly against each other as desire grew in Alaric’s eyes.

Masks Mandatory. "It’s a trap," Nehemiah said, his voice dropping to a low, protective growl. "She knows we tracked the flight. She’s inviting you into the center of her court so she can break you in front of the very people you tried to impress in Mexico. She wants a spectacle, Rhea." "I know it's a trap," I said, my voice leveling out into something flat and terrifying. I reached down and ripped the IV needle from my hand with one sharp tug. I didn't flinch as a bead of blood welled up and smeared against the white sheets.