Heaven Pierce Her Novels & Stories

The priest's voice boomed through the cavernous halls of Holy Name Cathedral in Chicago. My fiancé, Marco, stood beside me. He held the ceremonial dagger, a family heirloom. But his eyes were locked on Isabella Falcone in the back pew. Just like the last time. She wore a blood-red silk dress, a victor's smirk plastered on her face. I recognized the sapphire necklace. The showstopper from the last Sotheby’s auction. Looks like Marco spared no expense to keep her happy. She knew Marco loved her. And me? I was just the sacrifice on the altar.

With a twisted expression, she shrieked, "It's all lies! Everything's fake! Caleb, you despicable man! You're going to hell for this!" Her curses were drowned out by even more blunt and aggressive questioning from the reporters. I watched the farce unfold with cold indifference. I saw the way the woman, who once swore that she loved me and wanted to take care of me for life, screamed her head off as she struggled against the crowd. She looked like a complete clown. While everyone's attention was fixed on the two sisters, I slipped out through a side door. I climbed straight into a cab, without bothering to look at the dazzling hotel behind me.

The way her hair was cascading down her back was enough to call her the goddess. Her serene grey-colored eyes were looking at me as she stopped in front of me and I had to crank up my neck to see her as she towered over me. I saw how she parted her plumed lips and said something but I could not hear it. She must have read it on my face so she kneeled down in front of me, and that was when I noticed that she had so many piercings. Her lower lip was pierced and she was wearing a black diamond round lip ring that was parting her lower lip into two. “You will die with this pain.” She said and it alerted me and I gained some control of my body.

“And yet, here I am.” “Why, hello.” Pierce’s smile gets a notch slimier as he turns to leer at Vania. His eyes start at her high heels, travel up the straight lines of her dark pantsuit, stop on her full breasts. I don’t read minds, but he’s thinking MILF so hard, I can practically hear it. “Are you a friend of Sera's?” “You could say that, yes. Since she was a child.” “Oh my God. Do tell, how was baby Sera?”

“And I need you to return to your post at the door.” Pierce didn’t pay any mind to their banter but instead focused his attention on the stunning young woman who stood before him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her warm skin tone that reminded him of hazelnut. From what he could tell at first glance, it was blemish-free and appeared smooth to the touch. Her hair was in long braids that were pulled back, allowing a full view of her innocent face and youthful features. She was very petite, and if Pierce had to guess, she was just under five feet tall.

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. *

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.

She felt her heart sink further and further. It seemed like everything had changed since Blaire had disposed of the three boxes yesterday. She began to worry that her previous act of falsely taking credit for Blaire's contributions during the earthquake would be discovered. She forced a smile and said, "Ms. Presley is just vain. She has pursued you guys for so long, so how could she give up just like that? She's probably just putting on a show and holding on now." The three brothers nodded absentmindedly. As the melodious and romantic piano music played, the host announced. "Please welcome the bride and her parents to the stage."