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

He sang as if he was singing right to her. “Don’t be mad..if I cry..It just hurts so bad sometimes…’Cause every day it’s sinking in..And I have to say goodbye all over again..You know I bet it feels good to have the weight of this world..off your shoulders now…I’m dreaming of the day when I’m finally there with you…save a place for me…save a place for me..I’ll be there soon..I’ll be there soon…Save a place for me…Save some grace for me..I’ll be there soon..I’ll be there soon..I have asked the questions why..But I guess the answer’s for another time…So instead I’ll pray with every tear..And be thankful for the time I had you here…Save a place for me..save a place for me…I’ll be there soon…I’l

Ryan replied. ​As she stepped out into the cool night air, the heavy door of the limousine clicked shut behind her with a sound as final as a prison cell door locking into place. She didn't watch the car drive away. She walked up the concrete steps of her building, knowing that when she left it tomorrow, she would be stepping into a world where every smile was a lie, every touch was a strategy, and the man she had once broken held all the cards.

Bleeding and dazed, I began to walk, taking one agonizingly slow step after another. The closer I got to the private lounge, the harder my heart hammered against my ribs. My breath caught as my fingers curled around the brass doorknob. Forcing myself to hold it together, I pushed the door open. What greeted me was loud whistles and raucous laughter. "He's here! He fell for it!" "Diana, that husband you've kept is so obedient. He's practically a trained puppy." I froze in the doorway, my heart slamming painfully against my chest. I had braced myself for the worst, but the reality hit so hard it stole the breath from my lungs.

My spirit tells me to open my eyes but they are too heavy, I may have heard the gunshots but I have not felt it, maybe because I am in too much pain that I could no longer feel pain again. It takes a minute to realize my body being shook like a tiny mouse, I hear my name, it is like a whisper. The voice is familiar, dark and intoxicating. Now I want to open my eyes, the first thing I see is a body on the ground. I recognize those heels, they were the last things I saw before closing my eyes. I feel my body being lifted up. I am finally going to Heaven, the lord has called me. It's about time he did, I have suffered enough. The white skies I see give me hope, I am going to a better place. I s

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?

"I'm grateful to have Nigel's love because I love him too and I don't want to lose him. But you're wrong. I'm not living in a fairytale. I have his love, but I lack almost everything else. My family has no money or status, and I have only one parent left, who I'm slowly losing to work. We don't have a home, only the shelter we find here, and I have no plans for college because I can't afford it. I can't leave my dad alone here as he would work himself to death trying to provide for both of us. You probably have your own problems, but you also have money, and money happens to be the root of most of my problems. So, princess, you may think I'm living the dream, but you have no idea but I guess

Would she wake up in the morning and realize that everything had been a figment of her imagination? "Angelo," she whispered, "are you really here in front of me? Is it possible that I am dreaming right now and would wake up to find no trace of you?" Angelo smiled, "I can understand how you feel, Isabella. It's the same for me. Being here with you right now is a dream come true so I have this fear that once morning comes, I will go back to my world of loneliness and sadness. I have a suggestion though, tonight, we should stay awake."

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON There was no doubt that we were toxic, foolish and naïve. Blinded by the mere thought of an everlasting tension. And it sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen. I sat there, watching people dance to the erotic music, The lights constantly changed color illuminating the room with bright neon colors. blue. red. pink. purple. Each time the colors changed, so did my thoughts.

I closed my eyes and leaned on his back, but I was on an emotional roller coaster. This man... did not seem terrible. As I thought about it, I began to feel a little sleepy despite the roaring thunder in the background. Time flew by and before I realized, I was already on the ground floor of the apartment. “Aren’t you going to get off?” Bishop’s voice rang in my ears. “Huh? Oh!” I quickly let go of his jacket and got off the motorcycle. Seeing me flee in panic, he snickered and rolled his eyes, then turned around and entered the building.