Heaven Pierce Her Novels & Stories

‘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 mumbled something but I didn't hear exactly what she said. I ran towards her and embraced her in my arm, afraid of what if she disappears. "Oh, God! Sheila. Where have you been?" I looked at her hazel eyes which were directly looking into mine. Without wasting another second I crashed my lips onto her, enjoying her warm lips against mine which is smoothening my whole throbbing system. Thank God!! She is alive. *

For now I instructed them to hone these skills so that they'll eventually become strong enough to fight against those monsters. I also tried to enchant some buff to myself, but I can't since my holy energy is nowhere enough to administer it. As we were happily chatting, Pierce and his lackeys approached us, "Look what we have here… the loser squad!" I tried not to answer back, since there are times that he'll eventually lose interest, only that today it seems that Latina has a different feeling, "Get lost… Baldy!" She said, pertaining to Pierce's buzz cut hairstyle. Pierce scoffed as if belittling the kid in front of him. He suddenly slash a sword at her fast enough for me to be unable to se

That's all I say, before I smile and blow kisses at the girls, then I leave to find Heaven. I really don't know what the problem is. Like why does she always have to be so cold around everyone? I walk inside the locker room, finally revealing Heaven sitting man spread on the bench on her phone. She already changed out of her cheer uniform, so she's just wearing a black tank top and black track pants. Her head turns to me and it doesn't take her long to get up, in fact, she gets up so quickly she almost falls from the lack of balance. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I force a sarcastic smile to seem like I'm going to play nice.

“C’mon, pretty girl. What’s it going to be?” She shivered, just like she did every time he called her that. Was she being stupid? Impulsive? She’d let him undress her and touch her. And Brea couldn’t be less than honest with herself. Even if they’d resolved nothing, she ached for Pierce. She wanted him. “Heaven help me, but I can’t say no to you.” “Yeah?” His fingers bit into her jaw as a dark smile crawled across his mouth. He laved his way up her neck and guided her lips under his again. “Then get ready to scream.”

The kid is curious and smart. "I'm just pulling your leg, Mom." He laughed. "Are you sure?" I pouted. He nodded before closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation from his hair. He really loves having it being played with. We spent the next 30 minutes like that, just enjoying each other's accompany. "Okay, we're ready to go." Said Pierce as he walked in with Serenity at his hip. They had both changed their clothes. Pierce had on a pair of black and white, Adidas track pants and a plain white, short sleeved v-neck fitted t-shirt and black Adidas sneakers. His hair was wet, showing that he just came back from a shower.