Heaven Can Wait Book Novels & Stories

No purpose, no life. It’s all useless to live for this. Your parents are dead, why not join them? Do you really want to endure all this for the rest of your life? How long will that be? Seventy? Eighty? Hundred? TWO HUNDRED? Just use that pretty little hairpin on your vanity and say bye bye to your pain. We’re waiting for you at the other side, Heaven. >>>>>>>> Heaven wakes up to the tinglish feeling of a careful finger trailing across the sole of her right foot.

Hearing the voice, Samuel immediately looked around anxiously. "There's no need to look around. This heaven is me, the ground is me, the air is me, the trees are me, and everything is me. I am everything here." The voice was bright and clear. "Then who the hell are you?" Samuel said frowningly. "Me? My name is Heavenly Book, the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book." Samuel was puzzled, but Velocisaurus was suddenly shocked. "What? You are the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book?"

She sat down and ordered as usual, then waited while taking out the book she always carried with her: a translation of an English literary novel, entitled Jane Eyre. It's the same day today. It's raining so hard outside, the clouds make the sky black, so the atmosphere this afternoon looks like night. Accompanied by that, Diana waited, waiting for the man who looked like Brandon. That's a long time. Diana waited almost an hour, but the man never came. Maybe he won't come again, Diana sighed. Maybe yesterday was just a hallucination. The hallucinations that appear when it rains… because she misses Brandon too much.

Because protecting people had always been the easiest choice. The hard part would be everything that came after. I closed the ancient book. The pages settling with a soft thud. The decision made. The path chosen. Outside the window, the Void continued growing. Healing. Living. And somewhere beyond it all, Elias was planning his next move. For the first time in a long while— We would be waiting for him.

POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 78. Author’s Pov. Isabella sat at the waiting side next to the parking garage, her hand clutching tightly to her books, waiting gently for Ignazio’s arrival. While she waited for Ignazio, his unending thoughts found their way in, filling her mind with nothing but the sweet thoughts of him. These past few days have been the best one yet and Isabella had never been this happy about ending school like she was at the moment.

There were only two seats left at the company dinner. One was in the corner, and the other was beside my secret boyfriend of three years, Julian Locke. I had barely taken a step forward when Julian called out to my best friend, Capri Leigh. "Capri, sit here." My coworkers immediately squealed with excitement. The group chat went wild too. "They look so good together. Just seeing them sitting next to each other is a treat!" "Has Mr. Locke ever asked someone to sit with him before?" "I bet he's got a thing for Capri. I don't care. I'm shipping them anyway!" Throughout the dinner, Julian avoided even looking at me to keep people from getting suspicious. Even when a server burned my ha

That night, Matthew sat on the kitchen floor until morning. It was the first time he had ever looked so defeated. In the past, no matter how late he came home, there was always a light waiting for him. There was always someone sitting on the couch, quietly waiting for him. That was all gone. The big house felt empty, and he was the only one left waiting for daylight. The next morning, Matthew did not bother to change his clothes. He went straight to the office.

He turned and left without another look back. Ivory waited for him through the night, but he never came back. The iciness of the water seeped into her bones, yet the aphrodisiac was still eating away at her from inside. She felt like countless ants were gnawing at her body. The water's iciness couldn't get rid of the heat inside her—it could only temporarily keep her lucid. She was burning inside, yet she was freezing on the outside. She was trapped between fire and ice.

When his boat docked near the shore, Steven didn't step onto the island. He just waited. *** Yara didn't think much of it at first. Supply day. Boats came and went all the time. Spotting one near the shore, she figured it was the delivery and headed down with Liam. But when she got there— No supplies. Just Steven, standing on the deck. She turned to leave. "Yara!" His voice stopped her. Warm. Gentle. But heavy with something she couldn't quite name. She didn't look back. Didn't walk away, either.

It was hard to tell how long he'd been waiting. "Please, just let me say a few words. I've booked a flight for tonight. I'm heading back home soon." Orson had lost a lot of weight. His eyes were sunken, and his voice trembled with desperation. Maude glanced over at Levi. Levi gently tousled her hair. "I'm going upstairs to start dinner. After you see our guest off, come up soon. It's getting cold, so don't stay out too long." "Okay."