Heaven Can Wait Book Novels & Stories

It's a handwritten book by a toddler. Lucifer looked at the drawing. It had a sun with two adults and a child in the middle. The book had a name written: Jessica's mommy and daddy. Lucifer glances through the book and turns to the second page; it says to believe. The third page says, ‘I have not abandoned you.’ The fourth page, ‘if you are reading this it is because it was planned you find this.’ As Lucifer turns the page, he sees gods hand reaching out of the sky. As he checks the other pages, it is all blank. This is where your story begins. Tossing it aside, Lucifer can't help but tear up, seeing this girl's picture with long blonde hair and about seven years old.

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 -

Ian's tone turned cold as he told her that he was with me and had no time. Gloria called, scolding him for still clinging to his ex-wife even after the divorce. His expression darkened as he cut her off mid-sentence, "My feelings for Eve didn't disappear just because we're divorced. If you still can't let go of your prejudice against her, we won't show up in front of you again." Although Ian was saying it to Gloria, I clearly saw the way his eyes drifted to me when he spoke. … Ian was unusually excited on the day of my discharge. He kept talking about how he'd prepared the house just for me to go back. "I've prepared a huge surprise for you, Eve. You'll definitely love it!"

Wait a little longer, alright? Abel’: [How long would that be? There must be a time limit, right? I keep having the feeling that you’re lying to me. Ask yourself with your conscience. Are you neglecting me?] Jocelyn: [I’m not, President Crain! I’ll be attending the Ocean Heart Jewelry Competition in Greene City in two days! I’ll be heading off tomorrow. I’ll treat you to a meal after I’m back!] Abel: [Alright, I believe in you! I’ll wait for you to be back. I wish you all the best in the competition!]

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.

I took a deep breath, the air filled with the scent of coffee and freedom. "I was thinking that I used to believe love was everything in life." I squeezed Leo's hand, looking at the light glinting off my ring. "But the truth is, nothing waits for you forever. Especially a love that you strangled with your own hands." Luckily, when one door to darkness closes, life often opens a window to the light. "Let's go, Leo. We're going to be late." "Late for what?" "For embracing our future."

It was the first time I'd ever refused her. She was so understanding. Maybe she knew something, but she didn't ask any questions. She obediently let me take her hand, and we walked out of the hospital together. Everything should've been back to normal, but my heart was racing. I suppressed my swirling emotions and held Louisa's hand as we lined up at the boarding gate. Suddenly, a low, steady man's voice came from behind me. "Rowena, are you going to keep running?" I turned around stoically. Ewan stood less than three feet away, looking windswept and wet from the light rain. A few drops slid from the damp fringe on his forehead.

" Ethan froze mid-step, his body visibly trembling, before he rushed away. With that, the chaotic room went silent, leaving just me and my mother. I kept my head lowered, silently squatting to clean up the broken shards. My mother sighed deeply and softly called my name. "Claire, I've known everything for a long time now. "The day you came back, I had waited. I waited for you to kneel in front of your father's portrait and confess the truth to me. But you didn't. "Then that heartless man showed up to deceive me, and I waited for you to wake up and tell me yourself. But you didn't." She looked at me disappointedly. "Claire, are you truly planning to entrust yourself to someone like Ethan West

[Marvin, did you send that text to the wrong person? Her grip on the phone was desperate, mirroring the times I used to message her, as she silently urged a swift response. One minute, two minutes, three minutes… The anticipated notification never came. During the wait, Hannah realized she had at some point disabled the alerts for my messages. She scrambled to fix it, but no luck, still no answer. Reflecting on the past, she acknowledged that while I lacked Jack's wit, I was utterly devoted to her. The thought of such a devoted man attending to another woman sparked an unexpected jealousy in her.

Hana knows everything. : Apparently. : Are you okay? : I don't know. : That's honest. : I'm trying. : Good. Keep trying. I set the phone down. The coffee is cold. The rain has stopped. And somewhere across the city, Celeste is waiting. End of Chapter 125