Heaven Can Wait Novels & Stories

“Okay now, Ms. Virgin, I know when to stop so I can remember. Take my word for it—he’s not too bad.” Brooklyn felt disgusted at the thought and quickly tried to dismiss the conversation. “Whatever you say. How was last night’s meeting?” Lacy stood up and stretched, trying to loosen her tight muscles. “Boring. All the men were old and uninterested. They just talked about business.” Heaven forbid they should talk about business in a business meeting. “Oh, I remember why I was here! There’s this new juicy piece of meat named Hunter that works here. He left last night when we were dancing and Connor said he came here. Apparently I didn’t find him. Or at least I don’t think I did.”

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted pickin

My eyes started to water and I blinked, trying to clear the tears. “Oh, June.” Zach spoke and squeezed my leg. “We will see them next weekend.” I smiled over at him. “Is it normal to already feel home sick?” He let out a chuckle and turned the volume up on the radio. For a while, we listened to different varieties of music from Taylor Swift to Morgan Wallen, singing every word to every song.

I sighed in relief at the warmth compared to the freezing cold outside. Making my way inside, I shrugged my suit off carelessly but stopped, stunned by the sight in front of me. Curled up beside the doorway was Heaven. She'd fallen asleep waiting with her head resting on her arms to shield herself from the cold floor. Loose strands of her hair clung to her pale skin and somehow, she looked more beautiful in an innocent sort of way. I felt my heart that had been frightened the entire night start to beat slowly. This woman waited for him. Even now, Heaven sacrificed her well-being to be there for him.

Camila smiled faintly this time, and the expression looked more honest than any smile she had worn before. “I don’t know yet. Somewhere this city can’t follow me.” I stood up quickly. “Camila—” “Don’t miss the game tomorrow,” she interrupted softly. “He waited thirteen years for that seat to be filled.” She turned as if to leave, then stopped once more. “And Clara?” “Yes?” “When he looks at you tomorrow, don’t look away.” Her smile trembled slightly. “I saw what it did to him every time you did.” Then she walked away.

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

Chapter 103 Music Recommendation: Alphaville; Forever Young “Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while, Heaven can wait, we’re only watching the skies, Hoping for the best but expecting the worse, Are you going to drop the bomb or not” A wide grin was plastered on her face as she sang in sync with the song playing through the car’s speakers. Her voice sounded so angelic that it felt like they were taking a ride to heaven instead.

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.

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?

I love you. I had spent years of my life desperately waiting to hear those exact words. I had waited for them on those dark nights when the electricity was cut off in our tiny rented apartment. I had waited for them when my back was peeling from hauling heavy freight at the warehouse, in so much pain I couldn't straighten my spine. I had waited for them when I stared down at that slice of mango cake at the celebratory dinner. And I had even waited for them the exact moment that HR disciplinary notice was blasted out to the entire company.