Heaven Ain't Close In A Place Like This Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 “Don’t let me go, cause I’m tired of feeling alone,” - Don’t Let Me Go by Harry Styles The sounds were there. The beeping sounds, the human voices, the warmth of a hand clutching mine, the sound of sobbing and sniffling. They were all there. Was that how heaven sounded like? Because it doesn’t sound very happy. I tried to open my eyes but it didn’t work. I tried to move my hands but that didn’t work either. It felt like I was paralyzed. It felt like I was a stray soul dwelling in a dead body.

Audrey didn’t have to open her eyes to know that this was what heaven looked like. * * - - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -

And I’m going to burn the whole fucking world down to bring you back. I stopped at the abandoned building—cracked walls, flickering lights, reeking of rot and old blood. My boots echoed in the silence. The bastard I’ve been hunting for months—James Arthus Frederick—stood in the middle of the open floor, smug, dressed in a white suit like he was some kind of godfather. Perfect.

Unchanged. The couple still stood together, unaware of what had nearly been taken from them. Unaware of what had been delayed. Unaware of what had begun. Far beyond them, beyond the sky they could see, beyond the order they could never reach— Something had shifted. Not in Heaven. Not in Hell. But somewhere in between. And it would not remain still for long.

Heaven, what? She isn't fucking breathing!. **

At the nightclub, The place was loud, filled with people dancing and talking, drinks in hand and drinks on tables. It was a very loud area, but it was a nice one, I think. The lights were low and the music was loud, but not too loud. The place wasn't packed, but you had to walk through a few people and get in the front area. Loud and busy, but not in the way that it got on a slow night, where people were talking and laughing, or people with their eyes glued to the stage and dancing. It was loud because of the bass and drums; the music vibrating through your body like electricity. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, alcohol and the smell of perfumes from girls. I looked around for a t

“Where exactly do you live?” Max opened the passenger side door and waited for her to get in. She looked up from the seat and sighed, “Knightsen heights.” He shut the door and looked up to the sky. He walked to the driver's side and got in, and looked at her, “Why in the hell do you live there?” “It’s cheap.” She replied. “I know the place isn’t good.” “Isn’t good is an understatement.” He replied, “The cops get called there at least five to six times a day. That is a good day. You can’t live there.”

Finding Ava Shelley was like watching a sunrise. That beautiful feeling of happiness and contentment of a new day, a new start full of opportunities – a promise of a bright day waiting ahead. But then the storm came – bringing chaos to everything that it touches, clouding the world with its greyness. That storm was the moment when Gale answered her last question. When he saw the bead of tears as she was crying like she was in immense pain. Gale was scared. He got trapped in a storm, and it seems like he will forever live in it.

His shirt was open at the nape exposing a light dusting of hair, which made him look incredibly sexy! With both of their seat belts on, the taxi driver headed to The Blue Anchor Inn in Helston. Piper was definitely looking forward to a night out!

And as the sky's falling down It crashed into this lonely town And with that shadow upon the ground I hear my people screaming out I see fire Inside the mountain I see fire Burning the trees I see fire Hollering souls And I see fire Blood in the breeze I see fire Oh you know I saw the city burning I see fire Feel the heat upon my skin yeah Now I see fire Oh oh oh oh oh oh And I see fire burn auburn up on the mountain side