Heaven Can Wait Book Novels & Stories

"That's the risk of patience too. You're treating caution like it's free. It isn't. Every day you wait to act is a day the ping keeps firing, a day whoever built this keeps knowing where you stand." "I know that better than you do. I'm the one whose coordinates it's sending." "I know you know it. I'm the one who has to stand in that terminal room every time it fires and not let the sound of it decide what I do next." He said it without raising his voice, which somehow made it land harder than if he had. "You held the compass and the letter face-down for three weeks before you could look at either one. I understand patience. I've watched you build a religion out of it since your father died.

That night, after calmly arranging his affairs, I took sleeping pills and lay down next to him. “I’ll be with you soon.” When I opened my eyes again, there was a blinding white light. “Are you okay?” I shot upright and realized I was leaning over my desk. The girl next to me was wiping tears from her cheeks, choking on her sobs. “Emma just went off with Callum. Ugh, finally, love triumphs over everything.” My eyes widened as I looked down at the novel in front of me. It was open to the chapter titled “Please Wait for Me.” The illustration showed him holding my hand, standing by the sea, supporting each other through life.

Hi, Y'all!!!! Before starting this book and getting acquainted with the characters, I strongly advise you to read the first book, "Take A Chance On Me". It is a free book. It will allow you to comprehend better some events in this sequel. Have a good reading! The night breeze hit Isabelle hard and made her tremble. She rubbed her arms to ward off the chills that were enveloping her worn-out body. She looked up at the sky that was beginning to turn dark blue and wiped away her tears. Isabelle was alone on her wedding night. Her… husband went away leaving her behind. Once again, she managed to make a fool out of herself. Shawn played her good, promising a happy ending he never delivered. Isabe

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“He became the mind of an underground organization formed to lure people who possesses the eye of the devil which could open the doors to hell.” Scott halted at the last sentence of the first page. For a brief moment, his mind seems to have crossed a different path, urging his hands to fan the pages towards the latter and what he discovered next froze him at one point when he confirmed his thoughts. “The man now stares at the book to where his life story has been written, failing to notice the creature looming above him…”

I sighed in relief at the warmth compared to the freezing cold outside. Making my way inside, I shrugged my suit off carelessly but stopped, stunned by the sight in front of me. Curled up beside the doorway was Heaven. She'd fallen asleep waiting with her head resting on her arms to shield herself from the cold floor. Loose strands of her hair clung to her pale skin and somehow, she looked more beautiful in an innocent sort of way. I felt my heart that had been frightened the entire night start to beat slowly. This woman waited for him. Even now, Heaven sacrificed her well-being to be there for him.

The book is yet to happen, I am yet to arrive, wrongs are yet to set themselves right, wounds are yet to be healed. A lot can happen over coffee– the punch-line in the Café Coffee Day counter in the airport was treachery at its best! Nothing had actually happened! After two cappuccinos, the punch-line surfaced as a smirk – “Go, see, feel and touch your genitals while you pee. Nothing else’s really going to happen! It’s your Waiting for Godot moment. So wait.”

Heaven's POV: The anticipation for our Bahamas trip bubbled within me as we all got ready to embark on this unexpected adventure. Packing seemed like an endless task, yet I couldn't help but throw in a variety of outfits, just in case the tropical paradise demanded a change in wardrobe. As we boarded the flight, the atmosphere was surprisingly light. Eden's infectious energy, Daven's calm demeanor, and Chase's unexpected humor created an air of camaraderie I hadn't experienced before. Laughter echoed through the plane as we played games and shared stories, each moment weaving a tapestry of connection among us.

Lola Sabel sat against her wall and waited for things she was too wise to name. And in the dark below level three, the girl with no surname and no clan and no standing in the world's brutal accounting of worth pressed her bleeding palms against ancient stone, felt the first real pulse of the Ashen Heaven Scripture settle into her bones like a war cry that had been waiting thirteen years to leave her throat, and understood with the absolute clarity of someone who has finally found the first real weapon they have ever held — that patience was not the same as acceptance, and she had never, not once in thirteen years, accepted any of this.

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro