Heaven Can Wait Novels & Stories

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.

My fiancé, Alpha Rowan, hated waiting. If a pack council ran late, he walked out. If a priest kept him waiting ten minutes, he canceled the blessing. For six years, I made sure he never waited for me. I waited for him instead. At the Full Moon Celebration, his assistant Celine wanted moon-laurel wine that was served only when the moon reached its highest point. Rowan stood in line with her for twenty minutes without checking the time once. While I watched from across the hall, he texted me. [The celebration is over. Go home. Do not wait for me.] I typed, “Okay,” then deleted it. In the end, I sent only one sentence. [I'm not waiting anymore.] That night, I submitted my application to leav

Heaven's POV: The anticipation for our Bahamas trip bubbled within me as we all got ready to embark on this unexpected adventure. Packing seemed like an endless task, yet I couldn't help but throw in a variety of outfits, just in case the tropical paradise demanded a change in wardrobe. As we boarded the flight, the atmosphere was surprisingly light. Eden's infectious energy, Daven's calm demeanor, and Chase's unexpected humor created an air of camaraderie I hadn't experienced before. Laughter echoed through the plane as we played games and shared stories, each moment weaving a tapestry of connection among us.

😐😐😐😐😐 I'm waiting for my uber outside the building when I hear the running of footsteps. I look behind to see Heaven approaching, with this wide fake grin on her face. I don't know if it's me, but I just find her so fake. She tries too hard to be perfect. She thinks she's this I*******m queen. I was stalking her on I*******m last night and I saw all these happy photos of her in Miami beaches, posh mansions, expensive inn and suites. She lives this happy rich life but I really doubt she's anything close to that in real life.

"It's going to get better, I swear. Just wait a little longer; after that fucking Christmas party, I promise you. I'm going to fix this, we just have to wait." I want to ask him if this has anything to do with the Colombian woman he met with in his office. I also want to ask if he's following Oma's warning he overheard at Thanksgiving. Maybe it's both of these possibilities, but I don't bother asking, even though I usually would. I just stand still, feeling the rhythm of his heart pound like a tribal drum for reasons I only think I know, and believe in his promises—22 days. Only 22 days left of this, and it will get easier. But even if it does get easier and he does "fix" whatever mess this

the voice paused like she was thinking "I don't really know whether I will be free" "Ok, when will you be free?" "Venue?" she asked. "Sincity by 7 PM" "Alright; I will be there". "I will be waiting," he said between a smile and the call ended. "Heaven!" he said out loud, still in unbelief and shocked to the bones. Why did she call him today of all days? He questioned himself. He remembered his dream; could it be that the universe trying to tell him something? If Heaven was dead according to his dream; why is she calling him?

She couldn't pinpoint the source of the anguish that hit her inner self at that moment, so she simply shrugged her shoulder and said, “When the flood gates of heaven open and these impoverished people have the opportunity to seize anything the world has to give, their suffering will undoubtedly come to an end. In the meantime, we should wait and exercise patience while God takes care of the rest while people try their hardest

chief explained, “I have been trying to reach mom on phone but the network Is down” Richard said, “relax, we're In the hospital with her, she jas been admitted, so we are waiting to hear good news” chief said, “and don't call anyone again oh until the good news Is breaking to us” he said, “okay dad, am on my way coming” Richard said, “take your time, don't rush things” his dad said, and he ended up with the phone conversation, and Richard's mom was going up and down praying to Almighty, while chief sat down quietly watching everything,

Forget. "I will wait for you, Élianor. I will always wait for you. I waited six years. I will wait six more. I will wait my whole life if I have to. Because you are the only one. The only one I ever wanted. The only one I ever looked for. The only one I ever waited for. The only one I will always love. No matter what happens. No matter what you do. No matter what you say. No matter what you choose. I will wait for you. I will always wait for you. Because I love you. Because I have never loved anyone but you. Because I will never love anyone but you. Because you are the only one. The only one. The only one."

Lola Sabel sat against her wall and waited for things she was too wise to name. And in the dark below level three, the girl with no surname and no clan and no standing in the world's brutal accounting of worth pressed her bleeding palms against ancient stone, felt the first real pulse of the Ashen Heaven Scripture settle into her bones like a war cry that had been waiting thirteen years to leave her throat, and understood with the absolute clarity of someone who has finally found the first real weapon they have ever held — that patience was not the same as acceptance, and she had never, not once in thirteen years, accepted any of this.