Heaven Pierce Her Novels & Stories

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.

"Peachie Peachie, you are avoiding my question. Who are you meeting?" This girl is persistent huh. "No one. I just need to get some of my things in mini garden." She lied. Mourge giggled. "You think you can fool me?" Oh no... "You should be friends with my former group members you know." Is that her way of saying that she is not good at lying? Peach shrug. "It means one thing. I'm an angel." She even put her hands together like she was praying. "Oh yeah? And I'm the devil?" Mourge sarcastically replied.

She could do this, it was just for one night and then she could escape, and she would never have to do this ever again. Claire greeted them at the door, "Pearl and Ruby? I'm Claire Henderson, my son asked me to arrange this dinner." Pearl hesitated for a second as she saw everyone sitting around the table. "Oh, a...a party, how nice" Pearl seemed to be at a loss for words. This was the last thing she expected, what had happened to her cosy and seductive dinner for the four of them?

The news was on, showing a local business update. There was Derrick, sharp in his suit, standing next to an older man with silver hair at some corporate event. The caption read, [Shaw Group's Chairman, with his son Derrick, stepping into the limelight for the first time...] On the screen, Derrick's once ravaged face had healed significantly after treatment. A layer of foundation made him look almost presentable as he offered a smile to the camera. Next to him was a young woman, her attire impeccable, her demeanor refined. The host introduced her as the heiress of a partner corporation.

All three women were already a mess, their clothes disheveled and their hair tangled. "Monica, you crazy woman! What the hell are you and your mother doing?!" Howard lifted the woman off the ground and held her in his arms, looking unbearably protective. Monica tried to kick them again, but several people held her back. Seeing this, Aunt Lorelei dropped to the ground dramatically, slapping her thigh. "I can't believe this! How did my good daughter end up with a worthless man like you?!" Howard looked at her with disgust. "Look at her. She's blown up like a damn pig. I can't even stand looking at her!