Novel & Cerita Heaven Pierce Her

She could feel the black soft soil under her feet tickling her as she stepped. She giggled as her eye met a bird, Her giggle was disputed by a cry, she gasps looking around walking in deep towards the cry of a deer. Her eyes fell upon one, wound by a thorn full branch, his antler stuck between the dry branches of dead bushes. She let out a gasp freezing on her feet as the pair of eyes stare back at her.

"Are you feeling the heat already, Mr Landon?" "What?" Pierce turned to her, thinking she'd noticed his reaction. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm just returning the favour. If you're going to be my hell, shouldn't I be yours too?" She winked. "Don't get burnt yet, Pierce Landon. Your hell isn't even halfway done." And with that, she walked out, leaving him staring after her, equal parts furious and, God help him! Intrigued.. ***

KIERAN I heard the ping of the private lift. It was like a gunshot at the penthouse, my blood ran cold, as I stood at the balcony, the night wind whipping at me. I walked out of the room to face her before she got anywhere near him. The door slid open, revealing Rhea in a field of white light. She was in a gown, the crimson silk shimmering like snake scales in the elevator. She looked like a woman who had just come from a party. Her eyes were hazy from whatever she had taken.

Even I blinked at him in confusion. Pierce kept his gaze locked on me, his thumb tracing soft, absentminded circles on my skin. "See, I have this… problem," he murmured, loud enough for everyone to hear but quiet enough that it felt like a confession. "I can barely go a day without seeing her. She's my perfect scenery, my vacation. If she so much as leaves my sight for too long, I start losing my mind. She's my angel. Everyday with her is the only destination I need." Steph shifted in her seat. Kevin frowned deeply.

he got cut off "No, no let's go dance. Come on, that's why we are here right." she said as they made their way towards the middle but just as they left, all eyes turned to the entrance as mouths dropped wide open, silarva tricked down chins, and eyes widened in admiration at the sight of angels descending.

This man's hair was made of silk, I'm convinced. "N-Name," he whispered. "Your name." "Well, uh… I'm Soraya. Soraya Quijano—" "accepts you…," he continued. Then he gasped. "Moon Goddess! This human smells so good!" My cheeks heated furiously. I had never received such a compliment. Thanks to the strawberry-smell shampoo and the sweet scent of chamomile tea. "accepts you, S-Star—" "Soraya," I corrected, frowning. "Wait, what is this? Accept to what?"

‘My God, could he be another unwanted romantic encounter that Hesper left behind? "Penn, what are you talking about? This is Hestia, Hestia Deschamps." Seeing Pennleigh’s appearance, Crosleigh hurried over, hoping to distract him from the chaos, and then whispered, "She’s the one who broke my leg." Looking at the extremely familiar face in front of him, Pennleigh shook his head slowly. "You’re Hesper Rivera." Hestia felt that the current scene was already chaotic enough. Adding another person at this moment would only make things even more complicated, so she shook her head. "I‘m no Hesper Rivera. Crosleigh is right. My name is Hestia Deschamps."

I couldn't help it. "Chris." "Yes, angel?" "Promise me to never give me back to him," I placed my hand on her cheek. "I won't. I promise you," she smiled and crashed her lips to mine. ----

She looked at him one last time—at the ruthless billionaire who had tried to buy her destruction—and chose the night. ​She turned and ran down the steps, diving into the back of a yellow taxi that had just pulled up to the curb. The door slammed shut, and the cab sped off into the rainy New York night, leaving Ryan Hayes standing entirely alone on the museum steps, completely stranded under the predatory glare of a hundred flashing cameras.

She had grown up with so much resentment towards everyone else who had a perfect family life. As a young adult, Diane had tried self-healing; she had almost succeeded until she met Rissa Stonebridge, who had ended up attracting the attention of the very man she had fallen in love with—Liam Hickson. To worsen it all, she had rubbed her great luck on her face unintentionally which Diane had ensured she ended unfairly.