Heaven Can Wait Book Novels & Stories

SKYE'S POV The silence that followed the messengers' departure was not the silence of peace, but the heavy, suffocating quiet of a kingdom holding its breath. The main hall of Nighthaven felt cavernous, the air still vibrating with the lingering echoes of the mountain’s rage. I stood on the dais, the ancient book still held against my chest, feeling the texture of the weathered leather beneath my fingertips. It was a weight, yes, but it was a weight I finally felt capable of bearing.

I also used this time to change my visa from short-term to long-term, as I wasn’t planning to come back anytime soon. The next morning, just as I was about to board the plane, I got a phone call. “Hello, is this Ms. Aelia Lawson?” “I'm Aelia Lawson, yes.” “We’ve found a matching heart donor for you. Can you come to Sceleria as soon as possible?” I stared at the unfamiliar number, confused. “I didn’t make any appointments with any hospital overseas.” “You know Mr. Charles Lawson, right?” My expression froze. “He’s my father."

“Won’t be that in say another twelve years or so. You do realize it is going to happen, right?” “Yeah, I guess. I am happy that Skyhas found the one but I am not sure how he will handle himself. I mean twelve years is a long time Craig. A grown man has his needs, right?” “Yes, but our son is a smart boy. He will handle himself just fine. But it amazes me, full soulmate bond at the first meet between two people so far apart in their age. This boy must be really special, huh? Tell me about him?”

never showed up. Irina called Uriah worriedly, but he did not answer. "Why didn't I answer? Why didn't I answer the phone?!" Uriah asked himself. Eventually, he remembered. It was the day Beth and Sophie returned from Meurica. He had been at the airport picking them up with his phone on silent, and the joy of reuniting with his childhood friend had made him forget that it was his wife's birthday, the birthday of the woman he loved most.

For in that dreamy state, It could render the handle a wand, Create an entire house, A home with hearth and fire warm, Conjure sweetness from indifference, Both mirage and oasis, A dual sense of reality, Fashioned for survival, And therein I was trained, For this destiny, By a universe that did it's best, To love and to care, In a broken world, Such as ours, And here is my truth, My God answered, Stayed, Did what was possible, And taught me better, Then any other could. Show less By Angela Abraham If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading …. Third person p.o.v " I know it must be a little difficult for you but we are not in a hurry , y

"ok" 'Just wait a little more Angel, I am coming....' _________________________ Hope you liked it (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠) Keep enjoying the story (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ Please show your support by Like, comment and rating the book 🌹

Inside, a single green bottle glowed. "The star-baby left us a present," she said, smile sharp as glass. "A new drug. We call it ‘Heaven.’ One drop, and you live in the White Room forever—no pain, no hunger, no death. And the best part? People are lining up to buy." A chill ran through Maya. She glanced at the city: silent houses, a world running on fumes. "You’re going to turn the whole world into a dream," Maya said, horror in her voice.

He thought: the bench has been waiting since Ellie drew it. He thought about all the honest elements waiting — the corner step and the kitchen hatch and the corridor sill in the school and all the honest elements in all the honest rooms still waiting for the attending bodies that would confirm them. He thought about the waiting as the preparation — the room waiting for the person the way December waited for the light. He thought: the honest element waits without impatience. He thought: waiting is part of the preparation. He was glad. End of Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Three

Ok everyone here is the first two chapters of book number #2. The title is: Hidden by the Gods. I might post a couple more chapters for everyone. I am hoping to have the majority of the book out by the beginning of April. I want to make sure it is as well-received as the last book. Hope everyone likes it. Chapter 1 Vepar “Just look at them sitting there all high and mighty,” I say. “I know. They think they are so special and so important.” My friend says.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,