Heaven Can Wait Book Novels & Stories

She’s listening to music on her AirPods, as I am too because I don’t want to deal with people murmuring around me. When I wave Gina a bye, I quickly walk towards my locker, and immediately I see Heaven standing next to it with her back against it. Of course she would be here to bother me. “If you’re here to piss me off, just leave.” I hiss, opening my locker and placing my books inside. “Hey, I’m not here to bother you. Actually, I have news for you, but if you don’t want to hear it, then I’ll just leave.” Heaven shrugs, with her hands up defensively.

My life couldn't get any better than it is now and I thank god everyday for sending this angel into my territory! ***Book 2 : Dice's little runaway will be out within the week. 5 chapters are already completed***

Hannah and Olivia both wore expressions of sudden understanding. "So do we wait here? Or what should we do?" Hannah thought about what Kayla said, that Chase would reach Boundless Spiritual Heaven any minute now. Should they go out to meet him? Also, Chase's parents were still waiting in spirit form. Should they let them know? "Boundless Spiritual Heaven is made up of countless universes all at the same level. There's no way we could track down exactly where Chase ascends. Better to wait until he arrives and then use techniques to find him.

All I can do is wait and wait until Liam does send me a message. I reach for my book on the bedside cabinet, I’m an avid reader but tonight I open it up and just stare at the pages. So unlike me, especially when it’s the a Colleen Hoover like this one is. Really, I’m not even able to focus on the words, they’re swimming in front of my eyes. Perhaps I ought to swap to an audio book, that might soothe me whilst I wait.

By the time she finished, no one clapped. We stood. All of us. Because sometimes silence is louder than thunder. Skye – POV I wrote the dedication last. After two weeks of drafting. Dozens of late nights. Coffee gone cold and sentences I deleted and retyped twelve times. The book didn’t have a title yet. But it had a heartbeat. And on the first page, I wrote: To the girl at the gate. You weren’t lost. You were waiting for the story to find you. Eliza – POV

"The book knows." "Trust it." "I do." She paused. "It's strange though. Feeling the book wait." "It's not the book waiting," he said. "It's you. The book is ready. You need the experience first." She looked at him. "That's more accurate," she said. "Systems again." He almost smiled. "I understand waiting for the right conditions." "The omelette." "The burner needed to be right." "The fourteenth is my burner," she said. "And then the chapter."

I wanted to go back down and start living again but I am stuck here for a longer time. “Wait! My rebirth order is cancelled?”, I asked but the king was already gone. The higher authorities looked at me but ignored my question. I was exasperated. “Shall we go?”, suddenly a soothing voice got me out of my thoughts. I turned to see prince Ethan standing and pointing towards the doors. I blushed and nodded. Way to go, Macy, embarrass yourself more. He laughed and led the way and I followed like a pup. We entered another big door and the next moment I was in the real heaven. There were books all around. Why would heaven need a library with a JK Rowling section, I wondered looking at the shelf rig

Before Lily's surgery, the nurse slid the consent form across to me. I called my husband, Ethan Reid, eleven times. When the twelfth call finally connected, the first voice I heard was his first love, Claire Bennett, on the verge of tears: "Ethan, the zipper on my wedding dress is stuck. Don't leave yet." I looked at my daughter, white with pain in the hospital bed, and said, "Lily's waiting for you." Ethan was silent for two seconds before saying, "Just sign it. I'll get there later." Later, Lily studied the lone guardian's signature on the form and asked, "Mom, can I leave Dad off the school forms from now on?" I said she could. From that day on, she stopped leaving room for Ethan anywhere

And then, as if my stomach hadn’t already twisted in knots, he added, “Honey… once you’re fully recovered, shall we have another child?” I wanted to smash the cup over his head. Smash him into pieces. Brute. You still dare talk about children to me? I gritted my teeth and forced a polite smile. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me lose it. Then he shifted, sitting on the edge of the bed, one arm wrapping around mine. His voice softened. “Honey, I read in a book a few days ago that children lost in accidents become angels. They wait in heaven until they can be their parents’ babies again. I think our lost baby is watching us right now… waiting for the day we can reunite.”

A faint smile broke through her tear-streaked face as she whispered through her sobs, "Thank you." After that, she looked up Cameron online, then spent the next two weeks waiting outside Cameron's residential area, only for him to never appear even once. That night, Bianca was dead set on waiting for Cameron. He was a no-show as dawn broke, though, so she despondently trudged down the street, the biting wind whipping at her face. She felt no pain, though, only the suffocating pressure in her chest, as if something inside her was collapsing.