Heaven Is For Real Audiobook Novels & Stories

I call again and this time he answers. "Yes?" Comes in an inpatient voice. At the sound of his voice I grin like an idiot, slump on the bed with the phone still pressed to my ear. "Hello?" He says irritatedly and I remember I have to say something otherwise he will hang up. "Hi, it's me." I say, not caring that I sound like the biggest idiot on the planet. "You who?" He sounds annoyed but I know he knows who exactly he's talking to. "Sky, it's me Heaven and you know it."

Darkness crashes over me like a wave. And then, through the void, I hear him. “Elizabeth!” Sebastian’s voice cuts through the silence. Desperate. Terrified. A weak smile tugs at my lips. He’s here. They all made it. And Sarah… Sarah actually saved them. The voices grow distant, fading like whispers in the wind. Everything gets lighter, quieter, until there is nothing at all. …….. Warmth surrounds me. Softness cradles my aching body. There is no pain here, only a strange sense of peace. Is this heaven?

'I can't breathe. "Such an ungrateful thing." He increase the pressure, which made it hard to even struggle. I can feel the life slowly draining out of me. "I should just kill you." "Let her go.....please father....please... Le her go father...Ivy...ivy...." I can hear Rowan crying in the background. Everything is starting to blow. No. It's white. Is this the road to heaven? Am I even going to heaven? "Pleas....father....please..." The loud cries starts to fade away.

"What is it? " he asks finally looking down at me. "Its... What is this? " I finally ask running my fingers over the scar Madre inflicted in me the day I got to the mansion with the hot metal. I watch a bitter smile crawl up his perfect face. "It's a name," he replies, and my brows furrow in confusion. "Name? " I ask. "The bible says we all have stones that would be given to us in heaven after death and on those stones lay our real names. Our heavenly names.

I miss you, mom and I love you. ************************************************************* Author's Note. Hi friends, Here is the final chapter of Love Like Heaven, and with that, my second story has come to an end. I hoped you all like it. I want to thank each and every one of you who took the time out to read my story.

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 -

“What?” “You humans call it heaven” He said it so casually. "Heaven?" "Yes, the heaven you know, gods, spirits...the usual. Well, at least, one of the Heavens you know.” He paused and sipped again. “We’ll get to the seven heavens and circles later.” I looked at him in shock, he was too deep in thought to notice me.. this can't be happening..... gods, spirits, what next? Vampires? "Oh don't worry, vampires are completely cool to hang with"

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?

His voice was steady, not soft, not cruel, simply firm, as though the words were carved into him long ago. “You’ve been saved, young woman. Go and live a holy life, kill no more,” he said, like it was an order, not a suggestion. I lifted my head slowly, wiping my eyes with the heel of my palm, though it did nothing. The tears kept coming anyway. My voice cracked when I asked, “Have I really been saved?” My throat burned, my face soaked with grief I couldn’t wash away. “Don’t doubt the power of the Most High,” he answered, his tone unshaken, like he had said these words a thousand times before. “I assure you that there’s a home awaiting you in heaven.”

"Don't run back to Brooklyn when things get difficult. Stay in the penthouse. Fight with me. Live with me. Let's see what happens when we actually try to be real." ​Vennessa smiled through the lingering warmth of her tears, her fingers winding up into his hair as she pulled him down into a slow, deep tender kiss. It wasn't an explosive collision like the one in her office; it was a promise. A slow, deliberate unfolding of a relationship that had finally been stripped of its corporate chains. ​The city lights outside continued to blink against the dark New York sky, but inside the sixty-fifth floor, the space between the pages had finally closed, and the real story was finally beginning to wr