Book Light From Heaven Novels & Stories

He also knows how to get tired, and it will be even more peaceful when I rest near the person I love the most. The curtains had not yet been drawn, revealing a view of the night sky. The bright moonlight is no longer lonely because it is surrounded by the company of twinkling stars. And those starlights are no longer easily obscured by the noisy lights because it has embraced a gentle full moon, enough to illuminate and give it an area to remember. The moon and stars illuminate the world, cover life with a warm light, and cherish in the heart a passionate love. How many things have gone through, is far away, is life and death, but looking back, love is still as beautiful as the day it just

The sudden silence in the car was thick, charged with a beautiful, lingering anticipation. ​Ryan walked around to open her door, offering his hand. Vennessa took it, her smaller fingers locking easily into his warm palm. He guided her up the stone steps and pushed open the doors of the private space. ​The space was straight out of a classic, breathtaking romantic movie. The sprawling, high-ceilinged room had been completely transformed into a private haven. Thousands of delicate, warm fairy lights hung from the exposed timber beams above, casting a soft, golden and ethereal canopy over the entire room. The floor was dotted with clusters of glowing white candles of varying heights, their flic

I didn't flip it open, only reading the familiar handwriting, scribbled on the cover. "I used thirty years to learn how to love you, but only used one year to push you away. "Tanya, I wish you a life of happiness and peace." Tanya. Once in the past, that name would have dragged me down into an endless abyss, but now, looking at it didn't cause even the slightest discord in my heart. That was another life, lived by another person. In the room was a fireplace, burning bright. I stepped over and tossed the entire stack in—papers, journal, everything.

All he could recall was that the darkness swallowed him up as he expressed his grief and heartbreak, allowing it to wrap around him like a thick cloth, suffocating him until it felt like a silent death. Then Matthew opened his eyes. *** The lights blinded him at first. He squinted, trying to adjust his vision to the brightness. As the seconds passed, it didn’t seem so blinding anymore. It took him a while to register that he was in a hospital room. The lights above him weren’t that bright; in fact, they had a soothing orange glow to them, a welcome contrast to the otherwise dim surroundings. It gave him a sense of comfort and privacy, something he really needed after this dream.

'Better judgment than most people,' he agreed, and she felt him smile against her hair, and she laughed — full and real and from somewhere deep — and he laughed too, that low unguarded sound she had been collecting since the very beginning. Outside, the last night of winter was snowing. Soft and slow, the kind that isn't violent, just quiet. The sky putting something gently to rest. Spring tomorrow. Everything still to come. She held him and let herself feel the full weight of it — this life, this man, this version of herself she had built from ash and stubbornness and the refusal to stay dead. The dry well is now overflowing

Damien's POV I learned early that the things you love most are the things you're most likely to lose. I really really don't want to lose Heaven. The bedroom is quiet except for the soft patter of rain against the window and the low hum of the heater kicking on downstairs. Heaven lies on her side, facing away from me, her arms curled loosely against her chest. The bedside lamp casts a warm gold pool across her shoulder, catching the faint freckles that dust her collarbone like scattered stars.

My body was filled with a wonderful lightness, and I felt like I could just float to the stars if I wanted. The box was filled with books, loads of books. And not just any ones— April Dove’s books. I picked up the one staring right at him. The already large grin on my face broadened as I stared at the pink, white, and red book cover and the name written in bold, sparkling pink font. ‘Our Hearts Are Always One, book two of the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series.’ The one I had asked Liam to give me. I picked up the book that was beside it, The Sunshine Is In Your Smile, the third book in the series.

" His eyes widened in awe before the lights late him up. These were the last words spoken by them and heard by Pete, indeed, his journey began. Resounding hammers of heavy drum buds clashing against drum tabs flashed the scene into nothingness as the lights faded. The twinkle of an eye brought all lost, back into existence as what now that was seen was the dark clouds. Heavy and the entrance of darkness was made known across all corners of the scene by the music that played on, "Paint It Black BY Ciara." The book written by the witch Morgana and the Man of Wisdom, Arakah and handed down to the mother of Maria suddenly levitated giving off the vibes of villainy.

His purpose is to covet the prophesy child, but some Alphas prefer the child dead. Whoever attacked here must have spared Heaven because they deemed her useless. He walks around the cabin, deciphering that the former inhabitants of it must have digested poverty to their core. There are a few things in the cozy place; a table, a sack of clothes, a cupboard of kitchen utensils, plaited baskets filled with foodstuff—probably gotten from foraging—and a heap of blankets in a corner. Among the trinkets on the table, Frail finds a rough book with the sentence ‘My name is Heaven’ written repeatedly in childish scrawl.

What was happening? Before she could react, a brilliant, golden light erupted from the book's spine, flooding the room with warmth and brightness. The air around her shimmered, filled with soft, glowing particles that floated like stars in the night. Selene gasped, her breath catching as the light intensified. Its glow was so powerful that it forced her to squint.