Heaven Feels Novels & Stories

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

God walks along the mirror waters, the fog smelling like honeysuckle. Despite being in here for I don't even know how long, I still don't know where here is. My guess is that it's a secret circle in Heaven that no one has access to, only God. The plane of existence begans to shift, as a ripple in the air appears. It's like water in the sky, and when we pass through it, a cold water rush washes over my entire being.

I felt the warmth trickling down my inner thigh, and, in that surreal moment, I blinked and forced a smile. I'm not here... I'm in my grandma's living room... Imagine there's no heaven... It's easy if you try... No hell below us... Above us, only sky...

Is it summer in heaven? I try to get up from the heavenly soft cloud that I was lying on. My clothes are wet, heavenly dripping wet. Am I sitting on a raining cloud? I look around and see a big OLED screen TV with Sony HTST 5000 music system. People are dying on earth because of hunger and here god is spending in an extravagant way.

It did not travel. It simply existed. Aurelian felt it within him, as natural as his own existence. “You are order.” “You are purpose.” “You are mine.” The response came instantly, unified across Heaven. “We are yours.” There was no delay. There was no variation. Aurelian’s voice joined the others, identical in tone, identical in certainty. Perfect. A command followed. Not spoken in words, but understood completely. Movement. The stillness of Heaven shifted. Wings extended, not with sound, but with light. Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance.

​The Horizon Gala was being held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the street outside was a chaotic sea of flashing strobes, shouting voices, and idling luxury vehicles. The rain from the previous weeks had left the air crisp and clear, making the brilliant white searchlights dancing against the limestone facade of the building look sharp enough to cut the night sky. ​Inside the warmth of the limousine, Vennessa felt the familiar, cold knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. She could see the crowd of reporters pressed against the velvet ropes, their lenses glinting like predatory eyes in the dark.

she started, “I need to speak with you. It is quite important.” Kiara peered up at her and scrunched her face, trying to appear serious. The act made her giggle before she took Kiara’s hand in hers. “Did your mommy ever tell you about Heaven, Kiara?” she asked. Kiara nodded, “Uh-huh. That’s where God is and he is like our other daddy.” She answered proudly, and Amaranthe smiled again. “That’s true. God also watches over us. Everyone we love that has died is also there with him. He calls only the best angels to Heaven to be with him.” She said, knowing the direction she wanted this to head.

Chapter 7 “Don’t let me go, cause I’m tired of feeling alone,” - Don’t Let Me Go by Harry Styles The sounds were there. The beeping sounds, the human voices, the warmth of a hand clutching mine, the sound of sobbing and sniffling. They were all there. Was that how heaven sounded like? Because it doesn’t sound very happy. I tried to open my eyes but it didn’t work. I tried to move my hands but that didn’t work either. It felt like I was paralyzed. It felt like I was a stray soul dwelling in a dead body.

Jordan If heaven is real as they said it was, I found it in the soul of this young guy I have under my clutches. Maybe not heaven itself—its gate. But I sure as hell was standing at the entrance, with a full hope of going in. In one week, I've unwrapped a new version of Preppy. One goddamn week is all it took, and even if I'm getting the reaction I'd dreamed of, I craved to see more. So much more.