Heaven An Unexpected Journey Novels & Stories

He wiped his face using his hands due to frustration. “Why does it have to be like this when I'm in a hurry?” he said unto himself. He shut his eyes and massaged his head. It’s all gray, the place is colored ashes, out of nowhere. Her surrounding is full of ashes color. She tried to run but she can't move, not even an inch of her finger. All she can move are her eyes. The ashes begun to be a fug on her sight and in a few hours, it began to become white. She can't still move but she saw three people. "I... Am I in heaven?" she asked with a voice full of weakness that even she, herself can't hear it.

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 -

‘Wake up Murphy’, a soft alarmed voice hit her consciousness, she was too familiar with this voice. ‘Murphy, wake up’ ‘It’s time to leave this caravan of remorse, let go of this little precious breath, pay this debt of weary soul to the land, for eternity is yours’, the calmness and concern of this voice brought to her a feeling of both hope and dismay, she wanted the voice to stay and keep talking to her, it felt peaceful to her ears, like a healing hand on her heart.

In the quiet communion with the divine, she sought the strength to confront the revelations that had unraveled the familiar threads of her life. The heavy heart found a momentary respite in the act of surrender. In the flickering candlelight, Jette clung to the hope that God, in His infinite wisdom, would guide her through the labyrinth of self-discovery. The shadows of uncertainty lingered, but within the church's embrace, a glimmer of divine light whispered promises of clarity and renewal.

Guinevere I don’t want a fucking mate. I’ve never wanted a mate. I wasn’t supposed to have one, and I definitely wasn’t supposed to find my mate in this Goddess Forsaken pack. The tears are streaming down my face, wetting my cheeks before I can force them back.

The air felt charged with the uncertainty of the journey ahead, and my mind swirled with the complexities of a fate intertwined with celestial threads. I sighed, the sound a mix of resignation and determination. The path ahead was obscured, but the fire of resolve burned within me. I couldn't undo the threads of destiny, but I could weave my own narrative amid the shadows. The quest for the Celestial one became a beacon of hope, a flicker in the darkness guiding me toward an uncertain future.

That’s why she’s ashamed because she kept it from Emma and me, mostly especially from me, for so long. “Mr. Henderson,” Emma spoke up again. “This indeed is news that was very unexpected to hear, and I’m very sorry that you’re going through this, but I cannot produce an heir for you with Liam. That was not a part of the agreement. The plan was to be married for three years, of which we have spent nine months together already, do the necessary public appearances, host the necessary events as a couple and afterward we drum up a story that eventually leads to a divorce for the public eye, but is in reality an end of the agreement. In no part of that was the mention of me giving birth to a child

They really needed all the help they could get. ******** Due to the blinding light, Ron had stopped talking and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he gasped. Heaven stretched out before him and it was not the huge beautiful hall he saw last time, but an endless, cloudless expanse. The sky was a ceaseless shade of soft, mournful blue, stretching in every direction without horizon. The ground beneath his feet shimmered faintly, translucent like glass, yet firm enough to hold him. And wandering across that vast openness were dozens of gods.

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.

Bella pov As I took a desperate dive off the cliff, my head slammed into a rock, knocking me unconscious. Involuntarily, I shifted back to my human form, the force of the water slamming my body against the rock roughly, carrying me further downstream. I was too weak to move a muscle or attempt to swim against the powerful current. Instead, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the relentless flow. Hours later, I regained consciousness to find myself floating in the middle of a river, disoriented and weak. Gasping for breath, a sudden thought pierced through the fog in my mind—JACE! Panic surged within me like a tidal wave, my heart pounding in my chest.