Heaven Feels Novels & Stories

ARIA For a second, I honestly thought I died. Everything was white… soft… quiet. “Is this heaven?” I mumbled in my head. “Why is there no welcome team? No trumpets? No golden gate? Where are the angels? Shouldn’t someone be clapping for me for surviving my whole messed-up life?” Or—wait. “Maybe it’s hell,” I whispered. “But where’s the heat? The smoke? The demons?” Instead all I heard was a faint, distant voice. Someone calling a name I couldn’t catch. My head spun. My body felt like it had been boiled then frozen then thrown off a cliff.

Gianna blinked, facing the immaculate white walls and the beeping that sounded far away. Unable to feel her body, she decided she was in heaven. Only heaven could feel this painless; only heaven could feel this safe, well, heaven and Zayne's presence, but since he wasn't in sight, maybe she was in heaven. She waited for the angels to take her into paradise, wipe the tears from her eyes, and tell her she would be okay, that the earth was never her place anyway, that she'd fallen.

Nick was pushing his long fingers into her and Gabriel rubbing her clit. She moved her fingers faster, gently rocking her hips up and down, her eyes closed tightly and she chased the feeling of ecstasy. She wanted to scream out loud as she felt her first orgasm, feeling half terrified, and not knowing if this incredible feeling of tingling dizziness was the way it should be, she let it all wash over her, leaving her panting and gasping for breath. She had felt the pulsating waves inside her as her muscles clenched over and over, and eventually, she was still.

They said. Inside the dream, "So this is heaven?" Georgia asked herself. From afar, she saw angels singing, and a mansion of Gold. Everything from it are shining. "So this is the heaven according to the Bible?" Georgia said. She never read the whole book but she knows something about it. Then she looked around. She was actually standing at the gates of heaven. It was so high and so big. "How can I enter in this gate?" She asked herself. "Nevermind." She strode walked to it. Then someone stopped her. "Where's your pass?" A person asked. He appeared suddenly in front of the Golden Gate. "My pass?" She asked herself. "Yes your pass." That person asked. He was shining and wore a white robe. He i

I executed a mid-roll and landed a forceful kick squarely on his jaw. “I watch her breathe, I see her smile, I drown in her those tiny and innocent giggles, my-my stomach goes on a rampage when I see her frown, I make her worries mine,” our bodies made contact with the ground, but the distinction lay in the fact that I was standing while he remained down, dead, limp and dead. “If this is not, then what is heaven?” Is heaven greater than the euphoria of falling headlong for someone? Is heaven superior to the ability to mirror their smile with one’s own? What is heaven?

I tangle my hand in her hair and moan as she makes me feel good. "You taste so good, baby." Heaven utters before putting her mouth back inside of me. I moan loudly and grip her hair tightly causing her moan as well. I look down to make eye contact with Heaven, and I see her smile as her eyes glow. She giggles which causes her mouth to vibrate against my core, and that was enough send me over the edge.

His hands slipped beneath the fabric of my bottom as he began to move them downwards. I closed my eyes. Why did he feel so good? I couldn't remember the last time someone had touched me this gently. This felt like heaven . My mind started racing, my heart was thudding loudly against my ribcage, my stomach twisted itself into knots, my knees started knocking together and the tips of my toes went numb.

I closed my eyes as everything faded away and my world turned black. Moments later, I felt like I was floating and I smiled, relishing the feeling of ascending into heaven. Suddenly I was put down, but it was somewhere softer than the ground. So this is what going to heaven feels like. I heard a male voice speaking but I couldn't catch what he was saying. Is that God speaking to me? Am I in heaven already?

He was still. He was gone. Her calls were never heard by him. Her tears he never saw, Her face he could not see. The sky was bright, the sun shining bright, But the castles were under a dark black cloud. The queen stopped at the end of the bed, as tears poured down her eyes she felt her heartache. He was gone too soon, he left with too little memories.

I felt a strange surge of pleasure run up my back at the feel of his lips against mine. It felt like heaven. My own personal Heaven…