Heaven Pierce Her Novels & Stories

she whispered and put her hand in front of her mouth to keep inside a cry of desperation caused by everything she had experienced, but also of liberation because her beloved was alive and was still with her. Shawn blinked and slowly opened her eyes. He saw Isabelle sitting next to him. She was looking at him with a worried look on her face. “Hi…” he whispered. “I was hoping you'd be the first thing I'd see. Are you an angel?”

Hulio. Pier stands beside this stunning girl. Thigh-high slits reveal long, elegant legs. Black silk clings like sin. She’s all limbs and dangerous elegance; edgy in that short haircut, her mask flattering, mysterious. Did I say dangerous? “Hulio,” Pier says, still not looking at me. His eyes are locked on her. Mine too. Of course it would be. No man would have his eyes off her, with that body. That shape. She hasn’t blinked once. Just stares.

Taking in the sight of his goddess, her purple and white hair shimmering in the sunlight. Red eyes unseeing as she worked them both higher. Puca knew that the next orgasm that he could feel tightening up inside of his testicles was going to be the most powerful one yet. He was glad he had the stamina to make it this far with her, to give her the magics that she would need for whatever was coming.

He pulled her close, holding her trembling form against his chest. Paramedics rushed in with a stretcher. Dexter carried her himself, placing her carefully on it, never letting go of her hand until he climbed into the ambulance beside her. His jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on her pale face. Don’t sleep, Emma. Please don’t sleep. --- Meanwhile, across the city, luxury glittered. At Jade Pavilion, chandeliers sparkled above, casting golden light over silk curtains and polished marble. Soft guqin music floated in the background.

She checked the nearby surveillance footage, but soon found that I hadn't shown up in any of the footage. "He even knows to avoid the blind spots of the cameras, just like the rat he is. I doubt I will be able to find him!" I was utterly speechless by her behavior. I couldn't help but ask the system, "I can barely remember what Natalie used to be like after so many worlds. Was she always this arrogant and foolish? Then, why did I go through all that suffering? Does she even deserve it?" The system was silent for a moment before replying, "Do you really want to give up now? You are just one step away from the end. If she falls in love with you now, she will remember everything, and the real h

“I could make it work, but that’s not what I had in mind.” “Thank holy Jesus.” A woman said behind him. It sounded off but familiar. Pierce stepped away and for the first time in months, I was greeted by the sight of my sister, leaning on the ledge in a marigold dress and brightly colored hair clips in her braided hair. Like a dream. A broken sound escaped my lips as I closed the distance between us and clutched her arms, confirming she was really there, before I crushed her thin body against mine, my heart beating frantically in my chest.

she said, concern sugared hard. “Leave,” I said. She tilted her head. “I’m only saying what you know. The human left. The role was too heavy. It’s not a failure to be small.” Pierce came right to the surface; the bond jumped like a heart shocked back to rhythm. Ours, he said, not to Angel, not even to me. To the ground, to the air, to anything listening. He refused Angel’s scent the way a body refuses a poison once it learns the taste.

Her clothes were always modest, her makeup equals to none or very minimal. Not that she was very outgoing or loud in her outlook or outfit from the beginning of time. She has always been mild but edgy. She even tried on some crazy outfits for Richard during their relationship. Was she slowly ageing herself? Paige wore white pants and a spaghetti top, her brunette hair braided. Taking the stairs, they walked down following the map to the restaurant. Getting there, Alison got her jaw dropped on how the place was filled to the brim, people were being directed outdoors.

Eventually, she was even willing to work for only three thousand a month. Still, nobody wanted her. Because of her arrogance in the past, she had already gotten on the bad side of many influential figures in the business. She had already been blacklisted ages ago. Seeing her crouching on the stairs, sobbing in despair as she hugged her knees, I remembered the first day I met her, when she'd first escaped from her family. Back then, she didn't have a thing. Back then, I pitied her and reached out to help. But this time, I turned my head and left.

she said, shaking her head. Heaven shrugged and picked up her whiskey glass, twirling the liquid before taking a small sip. "So, who is this husband of yours? What’s his name?" "It’s Tavian Crowne." Heaven, who had been mid-sip, suddenly choked. She began to cough violently, slamming the glass down and tapping her chest repeatedly to catch her breath. Worried, Isabella started to stand up, but Heaven stopped her with a wave of her hand. "Tavian Crowne? Do you know what you’re saying?" Heaven gasped.