Heaven Pierce Her Novels & Stories

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 exploded with a muffled groan, trembling all over as she took me in until the end, with her mouth and her heart. I was on cloud nine. She was my everything. I leaned down, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her again, still breathless. I gripped her hair firmly, pulled her to me, and said in her ear: “You are my heaven and my hell, Juliet Pierce.” She smiled. “After that bold ‘favor’ of yours, all I want to do is shove you against these tiles and take you from behind until you scream my name.” And then… for an instant, I saw the light leave her eyes. Something in her countenance changed.

She stepped down from the car, looking around, she asked him for her friend's Tina and Bella, he ignored her. “Come on,” he held out his hand towards her. She held a deep breath, a moment of silence stretched between them, as they walked into the church. Aria revealed her eyes by lowering her sunglasses very slowly. People gasped when they recognized her. Their stares pierced through her like she was being stabbed. Despite the stares, Aria maintained her composure and walked forward with raised chin. Her damaged skin showed both an unnatural color and an unbalanced texture. Aria showed her original beauty on one side of her face but the other side revealed the permanent marks of her nightmar

His tether crackled silver. Ronan, the wild. His tether pulsed green and black. Each time they touched her, a part of her flared—memories, emotions, laughter, pain—all of it shared. Her mark split. Once. Twice. Four times. Each branch glowing with a different light. And in the final moment, her voice echoed with ancient power: “I am Ava Pierce. The Chosen. The Unbound. I offer myself—willingly.” The circle exploded with light. And then—silence.

The gown stopped just before my knees with a neckline dipped to reveal the top of my breasts which thanks to a push-up bra filled the bodice perfectly. “Ah just look at that. Gorgeous,” Jay commented. “You will have heads turning everywhere you go. What’s the occasion?” “Some dude named Pierce is coming over and Penny can’t throw orders fast enough.” Jay’s eyes widened. “You don’t say! Pierce in flesh and blood? Here?” I frowned. This guy must be something if even Jay is impressed by him. “Yeah? What’s the big deal?” Jay started to explain when my phone buzzed. “Shit! It’s Ice Queen. I better go now, thanks, Jay.”

She wanted to be able to stand beside him and face all obstacles together. But he didn't bother telling her anything. Not once did Stephanie even think that Adrian would have anything to do with the woman Hector set him up with, but he thought she didn't believe him. Wasn't his behavior a sign that he didn't trust her either? She put her phone down and got back to work. She desperately needed to keep herself busy to ignore the pain in her heart. … In the evening, Pierce rushed to the private lounge on the top floor of a high-end club.

Actually, the restrooms were empty, much to her delight. She faced the mirror and turned the faucet on, splashing some water over her face to clear her facial appearance of the redness that engulfed her frame. After washing the embarrassment off her face, she gazed on the mirror and realized how her make-up smeared and faded from washing her skin. She shook her head, opened her purse and wiped her face clean using a handkerchief and took out her make-up kit which was given by her supposedly mother, Clarinette. While she was applying her eyeliner, the door swung open and a woman came. Crystal sneakily gazed at the woman through the large mirror she focused on and based from her stock knowledg

Willow opened the car door for her, a slander leg with a silver heel stepped out first before her whole figure got out of the sedan. She wore a cream backless split thigh dress, which had a cowl neck criss cross tied, showing off her blessed figure. Her curly hairs cascaded on her back, and adorned with hair pins on the front. She smiled widely, waving her hand and blowing kisses everywhere. She was indeed a Goddess in a human form. "You guys I guess the Goddess is here! Let's see what she would bless our eyes with tonight!" Said reporter Rizzy Black and ran to the side. The reporters swarming around her taking pictures like there was no tomorrow. There is a saying that if she is posted on y

Ken, confused, follows behind her watching curiously. What’s gotten into her? He wonders. Balancing herself with on hand on the smooth stone edge of the window, she leans out to see where it went; determined not to lose it this time. Suddenly, she notices the Phoenix statue from her dream. Gasping, she steps back losing her footing. Closing her eyes and bracing for impact with the cold hard ground a few feet below, she begins to feel everything swirling again - just like in her dream. Still bracing for impact, she reaches out for anything to steady her, yet suddenly finds herself in Ken's arms – across the room.

Davis. The only other thing that ever made me feel like I was in heaven like I do now was that hug we shared a long time ago. The hug that I call my heaven. I don't get many of those hugs anymore not so much recently because of everything that recently happened between us but hopefully many more of these heaven moments to come.