Heaven Pierce Her Novels & Stories

At a private club atop Auriel Peak, Rylan Shaw always reserved the most luxurious and discreet penthouse suite for himself, year-round. I slipped off my coat and draped it over my arm. Steadying myself, I pushed open the intricately carved double doors and caught sight of him immediately. His silver gray shirt hung half-unbuttoned, his tie long gone. A young woman perched on his lap, feeding him peeled grapes. He brushed her aside with a languid hand, though his expression betrayed amusement at the game.

Peter Claver—never believes in religion, leave be, God. After going through a lot of horrors in her childhood when she started to see things, she’s convinced that there’s no such thing as Divine Mercy. If there is, how can God be so unfair? ‘Twas sixteen years ago when Theresa began dreaming about a woman, trapped in a place which she calls the other dimension. Although she couldn’t see her face clearly, she could tell she’s weeping out of desolation as she couldn’t escape. It looks to her that the woman has been chained.

She handed me a pair of black heels. "You're welcome mam, please wear these." She said. I put on my heels. They were higher than any other heel I've ever worn. I took one last look in the mirror, taking a deep breath. I dialed Daksh's number, but he cut my call. I again dialed his number, but he cut the call. I tried at least 4 times, but he cut them and 5th time his phone switch off. I'm getting restless, so I sent him a message hoping to get an answer from him, but he didn't reply. I was worried. He didn't answer any of my calls or messages. Is he alright? What happened to him? He isn't even attending my call. I don't know why I want to see him before I walk on the stage.

__The reunion Mia Quinn stood in front of the private room. She heave a heavy sigh. She don't know if she should enter. Is she really ready to face those people again? Students from her high school_they are people she wished she could erased from her history. She finally pushed the door opened and walked in.

Her chest tightened, and her breathing grew shallow. “No,” she whispered under her breath, recoiling as Arman reached for her hand. “Come on, Ari,” Arman continued, his tone shifting to something almost pleading. “It’s been so long. You’ve done well for yourself, haven’t you? Married to a billionaire, living the high life. I always knew you’d make it big.” Ariadne’s lips parted, but no words came. Her body refused to move, as if paralyzed by the weight of her past. Tears welled in her eyes as her trauma tightened its grip on her, rendering her silent and immobile.

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

She said while rolling her eyes at me but before I could even react or say something to defend myself and as an extension Jace from her snarky advice and remark the girl overtook me and bounced up the stairs going all the way to my room, "Sigh... This girl" Feeling dejected I dropped my head before shortly after I followed behind with hands stuffed inside the pocket of my PJ's while taking each step up the staircase but in the process I flailed my arms at the elbow with each step which gave the impression of an exasperated bird except mine was done out of fatigue "Kleo Alexis Dawson, what the fuck!!" I had barely made it up the stairs but this was the greeting I got from Dawn and did i forge

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

People whispered his name like he was some kind of money god. Everyone turned toward the entrance the moment the doors opened again. And everyone went silent when the person who walked in was none other than Charlotte Pierce. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the people in that room had no idea who she was. All they saw was a stunning woman in a vintage gold evening gown that brought out the golden tones in her hair and made her blue eyes shine even brighter. She looked like a goddess, and Blake completely forgot how to breathe the moment he saw her. But his in-laws had a very different reaction.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest (Heir-Possessed) "It’s too late, Ash. You gave me the keys to the kingdom, and now I’m turning the lock." The voice that tore from Rhea’s throat wasn't her own. It was a dissonant, multi-layered roar that vibrated with the weight of ancient mountain ranges grinding against each other. She was no longer sitting or lying down; she was suspended in the air, three feet above the ice altar, her back arched at a terrifying, inhuman angle. The golden glow in her skin had been swallowed by a pulsating, ultraviolet darkness that seemed to bleed from her pores like ink.