Novel & Cerita Heaven Pierce Her

It was three stories high and looked as if it was on its dying breath of collasping. "I told you we needed a witches' touch." Pierce told me. "Just trust me. Did you carry the stuff I told you to carry?" He asked me after. "Yeah, I did." I took the duffle bag from the backseat of the car and open it. It contained Scarlett's hair brush and her favorite bottle of jasmin and vanilla perfume. "Are you sure this is going to work? I mean I have never heard of a witch called Nïx in my entire immortal life Pierce." I snorted

Tiffany vanished from my mind like smoke. That kiss was the claim. I wasn’t just Kat anymore. I was his Phoenix. Risen. Chosen. Untouchable. The kiss was everything. It was fire and thunder and the kind of silence that screams louder than words. I didn’t even hear the music anymore. Just the beat of my heart and the feel of Wolf’s hands anchoring me to something real. Then— “Hell no!” Hovak’s voice cut through the club like a blade. “Tiffany, you better back the hell off. That’s our First Lady you’re disrespecting.”

Scarlett's POV Pierce was over her, his hands pinned into the mattress, muscles rippling with every heavy, rhythmic thrust. Madison was beneath him, her hair a wild halo against the white sheets, her legs locked tightly around his waist as if she were trying to pull him into her soul. Then, the sound hit. The stadium’s high-fidelity subwoofers caught every wet sound, every ragged breath, and transmitted them with a booming, predatory clarity. "Pierce... please," Madison’s voice cracked through the arena, sounding both tiny and god-like in its amplification. She sounded breathless, her head lolling back as she surrendered to him. "God, don't stop. Right there... please."

Annabelle said at last, her voice cutting clean through the charged silence. For a human, she had steel in her bones. Sitting in a chamber full of killers, monsters, and immortals—and speaking with authority? Most mortals would’ve pissed themselves an hour ago. But not her. She carried herself like she belonged here. Maybe she did. I pulled the parchment from the case Jacob had handed me and placed it on the table. A letter—thick, stained dark. Blood ink. “Brian Pierce,” I said, loud and clear, “offered himself as tribute. This is his letter, written in blood. In it, he formally releases his wife and daughter to the Rainwater Clan.”

I threw the phone across the room and watched it bounce off the mat. Jake’s voice came through the intercom. “She’s here.” I grabbed a towel, a bottle of water, and took the stairs slowly. My legs felt like lead. I walked into the living room still dripping and found Madison Pierce posing by the window like she was waiting for a photographer who never showed. She turned as her smile went full wattage. “Zane Callahan in the flesh. You even look better than the photos.” She wore a white skirt so tight it looked painted on and a pink silk blouse with three buttons undone. Her black lace bra peeked out every time she breathed. Her perfume hit me from ten feet away, something sweet and cloying th

I said calmly. She giggled. Fucking giggled. “I love how you scold me, Celestina.” She smiled softly. Sighing, I looked at her, my expressions suddenly softening. She was beautiful. Way too beautiful. Her dark mocha skin always stood out on her curvy and petite body. Her black locks of straight hair rested till her shoulders. She wore a tight purple crop top which showed her belly piercing and her dark blue jeans that hugged her ass tightly with a pair of matching black heels. Her nose piercing was the prominent thing that always stood out too many that made her look insanely gorgeous.

I make a mental note to corner her later and force it out of her. "C'mon in ladies," Christine welcomes us with a smile on her face. Christine is the wife of Travis Steele, the communications/IT expert for Heaven Hill, and the sister of Jagger. She's about as deep into Heaven Hill as you can get without being born into the fold. Not only is she an awesome person though and through, but she also does amazing hair, and lately she's been taking chances with hers. I haven't seen her in a month or so, and I squeal excitedly when I see the black and purple she's got in her locks today.

She challenged me. “Sure.” I smiled giving her hand and she held my hand shaking it. “Deal.” She returned the smile. “Get ready to quit your business.” I held her hand tightly squeezing it. Her small and soft hands under my rock-hard like big hands. Cute though. “Now let me see my sister.” She requested me. “Wait, what’s the rush? Her name is Evelyn Garcia, right?” I inquired. “What? What do you mean?” “Her name is Evelyn Garcia right?”

While licking the ice cream he picked the call " Hello! yes, mom, What happened? wait there is distortion in the call, I'll call you back. Grace was facing weak signals. She came out of the car to call her mother. Sarah was looking at the window screen, enjoying her ice cream. Grace was standing quite a distance under a tree. "Hello my beauty" someone said at the window so closely that her breath was making steam at the window. Sarah jumped in peril. she dropped some ice cream on her dress. At the window, there was a beautiful woman, face full of makeup, bright glittery eyes. dark red lipstick, blond hair tightened to form a messy bun and a fancy dress. she was not a woman neither a man, On

“You’re insane! If you want to die, then die alone! Don’t drag Holly and Jessica with you!” I gazed at him with hollow, despairing eyes. “Pierce… It’s my last day…” I whispered. For a brief moment, Pierce froze. He opened his mouth, ready to lash out at me again, but suddenly noticed the gash on my forehead. His voice softened instinctively. “Your head… what happened?” As he spoke, he reached out and tried to pull me up. Jessica suddenly clutched her shoulder and screamed in agony, “It hurts so much, Pierce! She stabbed right through my shoulder. I’m going to die from the pain!”