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?”

“Do you think the judge will be convinced?” He holds my stare for a beat too long. “He will. We’re building your case, expediting it even... and...” His eyes drift to where Pier’s fingers are laced through mine on the table. A shadow passes through his expression. It vanishes quickly, but not before I see it. He hasn't stopped looking at our hands since we sat down. “You should do everything to make sure her name is fully restored, Helia,” Pier says, pulling me gently into a kiss. “She deserves her freedom. And I can’t wait to finally proclaim her as my girlfriend to the world. As Miss Alexa Hills.”

I slip my hand onto his arm, posture tall, expression elegant and bored. “Let’s go.” I nod. We glide gracefully through the entrance, blending effortlessly among oligarchs and heirs. I wear a long black dress, sharp and simple as a blade disguised as silk. Jerry whispers, “Aurora at ten o’clock.” I turn subtly and there she is. Aurora, gliding across the ballroom in white, a diamond shaped serpent necklace curling around her throat. She’s laughing, touching arms, and basking in attention. She looks untouched by the chaos she created and almost radiant. Bitch!

Cleaning the juices from her, before dropping the puff to the ground. His fingers moved over her slick sex and she shivered, looking up at him. Puca spun her around, so she was directly under the spray of warm water. Her back to his chest as he watched the suds rinse off of her skin. His hands moving her hips to hold her in place as he bent his knees, bringing his cock between her legs.

she whispered, "are you okay?" He lifted his head to look at her, "I'm in heaven, baby."

Although her face remained the same with her green eyes and delicate features, there was nothing left of her hair anymore. She just watched herself like that for several minutes, feeling her mind go blank and her body grow numb. This was her reality now. A reality that she couldn’t escape, and a reality that she could do nothing else but accept. At that moment, she felt something soft sliding against her scalp, and it took her a few seconds to realize that it was a beanie. Matthew lowered the beanie until it covered her ears, and then he squeezed her shoulders in such a gentle, reassuring manner that it almost made her choke up inside. The warmth from the hat seemed to spread from her head d

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.