Heaven Pierce Her Novels & Stories

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.. ***

The room was beautiful, sparkling, and built on a foundation of corpses. Pierce was standing on the stage, a crystal flute of champagne held high in his hand. He looked radiant, the light catching the perfect silver of his hair. He was the picture of a man who had won everything. "To a new era," Pierce’s voice boomed through the speakers, warm and authoritative. "To the memory of Thomas Riley, a man who found peace in the truth, and to a future where we never have to hide from the shadows again." I felt the micro-chip in my hand, pulled from the tangled mess of my hair. It was small, light, and held the weight of a thousand sins. Daniel was already at the console, his fingers moving like a p

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?"

I couldn’t look back. My gaze locked onto the floor, my heels clicking softly against the marble tiles as I walked. My heart pounded wildly, like a drumbeat echoing in my ears, drowning out the soft music still playing in the background. I braced myself, waited for the cruel laughter, the disgusted whispers about how an omega like me had the nerve to show her face. But they didn’t come. Instead, I heard something else. “Look at her.” “Is that... Skye?” “She looks like a freaking angel.”