Heaven Can Wait Book Novels & Stories

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.

Also, the playlist for this book is as follows: Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez Say Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Ray I Want You Anyway - Jon McLaughlin The Night We Met - Lord Huron Before You Leave Me- Alex Warren Can't Lose - I.B.K The Good Ones - Gabby Barrett Another Love - Tom Odell Daylight - David Kushner Wait For Me - Johnny Drille Steady My Heart - Kari Jobe Rivers Flows In You - Yiruma Wonder- Shawn Mendes These songs are always in replay and help set the options and rhythm for the book. Hope you love them XD

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."

A presence filled Heaven, vast and undeniable. "You are my creation." The words were not spoken, yet they existed everywhere at once. "You are order. You are purpose. You are mine." They answered together, their voices unified, unwavering. "We are yours." There was no hesitation, no doubt, only obedience. For a time, everything remained perfect. Heaven stood in stillness while the universe beyond continued to grow. Stars burned, worlds formed, and existence expanded endlessly. Nothing disturbed the balance. Until something unexpected appeared. Life.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

--- Journal Entry: Hearts in Waiting He told me he'd wait. And for some reason, those three words undid me more than any grand confession ever could. Lucas didn't vow a rescue mission. He didn't press for a timetable. He just stood beside the truth I wasn't yet able to tell, and chose to stay anyway. Love, real love, doesn't rush. It waits. It listens. And tonight, I finally started to believe I might be worthy of it.

I'll calm her down and come back. Wait for me. I read it twice, then lowered the phone. He still thought there would be something to come back to. After seven years, maybe that was what hurt most. Elliot was used to me waiting. Waiting through trials that ran late, dinners gone cold, birthdays cut short by client calls, vacations postponed until the next case was over. I had always told myself it was temporary, that he was building something for us, that one day all the waiting would turn into a life.

It was strangely quiet in the confined space, so I tried to start a conversation to avoid awkwardness. "How about some music?" A rather melancholic tune started playing right then. 'Oh, can't you see it, baby? 'You've got me going crazy~ 'Wherever you go~ 'Whatever you do~ 'I will be right here waiting for you~' I was a little surprised that the frosty bigwig would be playing such a sentimental love song on loop. "I really didn't peg you for a fan, Mr. Graham."