Heaven Golden Gates Novels & Stories

“And how the Hell do you not know your own name? Amnesia? “ Leonardo asks, only to receive a shrug as a response from the other. He huffs and turns away. It became clear to him that Goldie only knows a few words, and is possibly suffering from memory loss. A proper conversation between them wouldn’t last long. They continue to venture throughout the empty roads, making sure to dodge cars or any other vehicle. By the time the sky has started to lighten up, the two approach the gates of a subdivision. one of the guards immediately notices Leonardo and made a bit of a ruckus. Alerted by their reaction, Goldie’s eyes slowly glowed yellow. Before he could approach the guards, an arm stretches ou

Yes, it is that big. It took a while for us to reach the main gate and it is as huge as it can be. My mom has decided to park our car on the side street opposite the main entrance of the hotel four us to have a good view of the building. The gates are almost 10 meters high and painted with gold while the foundations on the side are in marble with golden dragon statues are tuck on them. No matter how grand the gates are though, it never equals the beauty of the building behind it.

Even so, she kept their pace measured – not rushing toward their destination, but allowing time for reflection on all they had experienced since leaving Olympus’s golden halls. Now, standing before the massive gates of their divine home, the familiar sight of marble palaces glittering under eternal sunlight brought mixed feelings to each of them. The gates themselves stood fifty feet tall, forged from bronze and gold that had been blessed by Hephaestus himself, depicting scenes of creation and chaos, of gods and mortals intertwined in the great tapestry of existence. Beyond them, the streets of Olympus climbed upward toward the central peak where Zeus’s palace stood like a crown upon the mou

The world behind us was an inferno of violet and gold. As the jet roared into the sky, I watched through the reinforced glass as the Moretti Estate—the place of my nightmares and my rebirth—shrank into a glowing ember on the Tuscan horizon. Adrian had pressed the button, but Killian had been right. The fire didn't consume us; it seemed to bow to him, parting like a red sea as he carried me through the flames and into the waiting aircraft.

"Starting from today onwards… Chloe will be attending every single official event, business gathering, and social occasion with me from now onwards. She will take your place as my partner and companion everywhere and anywhere we go. You… you will stay at home, remain inside this house, and you are strictly forbidden from accompanying me or attending any public functions and gatherings with me ever again. You are forbidden from meeting, speaking, or even coming anywhere near Chloe or any of my friends and associates. You are going to stay here quietly, behave yourself properly, and never dare interfere or involve yourself in my private life and business matters ever again!" To be continued

“Welcome to St. James’s Park.” Griff offered me his arm, and we walked through the double doors. Ushers wearing jackets the exact shade of pomegranates formed a line down a hallway that led to a set of golden gates decorated with pale pink flowers. Behind them stood a white curtain, which guests needed to part to enter into the wedding ceremony. My lips tightened. They were trying to make it look like the gates of Heaven. Beki barked her agreement. I would have asked her about what else she’d seen during her four decades in the other realm, but Griff cleared his throat.

When she pressed her thumb to the biometric scanner, the heavy steel doors slid open instantly, pulling her back into the mirrored cage. The ride upward was dizzying, a rapid, ear-popping ascent that completely bypassed the commercial floors and legal departments of the Vance empire. When the doors finally chimed and parted, the contrast was blinding. The executive dining hall was sprawling and completely silent, lined with massive floor-to-ceiling glass panels that overlooked the glittering, sprawling grid of the Manhattan skyline. The storm from earlier had finally broken, leaving the city lights sharp and piercing in the dark. In the exact center of the vast room sat a long dining table c

A paradise standing so tall in front of me. “Woaw!” I exclaimed, jaw dropped, pupils blown, like I’d just seen real heaven, not a house. For a moment, I forgot I was even having a conversation with Darien. The golden gate? Magnificent, stretching so far I couldn’t see its starting point. The chauffeur skillfully manoeuvred the car inside the compound. My eyes stayed wide, drinking in every detail. Beautiful gardens stretched out in different areas; I couldn’t even see the parking lot yet. The driver went deeper inside.

William clarified. "What1ever you say, your highness," Natasha said sarcastically, raising her hands halfway. "You still haven't told me where we are." William rose to his feet as if giving a grand introduction. "Well, welcome to what I love to call one of the seven letters of Hayden—Heaven Gate." She paused for a moment, taking in the beauty once again. "Wow, it's truly beautiful. But why is it called the Artemis Gate?" Natasha inquired.

My lungs seized—don’t hyperventilate, don’t you dare—I warned myself, before my eyes caught on the gates— the massive golden gates. Moonlight slid like oil over the gold bars, catching on the embossed letters: HAWTHORNE EMPIRE. Too grand. Too permanent. My fingers twisted in my coat fabric, the wool rough against my clammy palms. This is really happening. The buzz of the mechanism made my shoulders hitch. The gates parted with a whine, revealing a driveway too perfect, hedges cut with military precision. Unnatural. The car crept forward, and my exhale came out ragged, my breath fogging the window for half a second before vanishing.