Heaven Testimony Novels & Stories

Helen added. Haylee could feel as if the words uttered by her friend lower down into nothing. Her mind spaced out from reality as her eyes only focused straight towards Niel, looking at him in turmoil. She suddenly saw an invisible dark aura come out from Niel's body as if he was the most wicked human on Earth. 'How could you do that to me? After I gave you everything that I am. After I put my trust in you. How could you break me like that?' Her heart turned devastated. Niel was aware that Haylee was staring at him unusually that morning. She rarely looked at him that long. He gave her a look as if asking her what was wrong, but Haylee's face was still looking so serious. He felt like she wa

she said in an almost frenzied tone. “Whoa, whoa. Slow down, honey. Your scientist side is coming out again,” Matthew said, reaching out to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. There was a hint of teasing in his tone, but overall, he sounded serious enough to consider her real concerns. “Yes, that is a possibility. But I find it hard to believe that we’ve been given this second chance only to have it turn out into a bad way. I choose to believe that we were given this miracle just so we could live a happier life.”

The streetlights cast a warm, dim glow over us, stretching our shadows long across the cobblestone. He muttered the entire way, and he finally stopped walking and cleared his throat, his expression so solemn one would think he was making a sacred vow. "Serena, I learned a saying, ah… Come hell or high water, I would go… For you…" His azure irises were filled with sincerity, and though he was so clumsy that I almost laughed, I couldn't help but feel the warmth in my heart. Just as I was about to reply, a shadow barrelled out of the alleyway nearby, smashing into Steven with a punch to the side of his face and the scent of alcohol.

Hearing the voice, Samuel immediately looked around anxiously. "There's no need to look around. This heaven is me, the ground is me, the air is me, the trees are me, and everything is me. I am everything here." The voice was bright and clear. "Then who the hell are you?" Samuel said frowningly. "Me? My name is Heavenly Book, the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book." Samuel was puzzled, but Velocisaurus was suddenly shocked. "What? You are the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book?"

They said. Inside the dream, "So this is heaven?" Georgia asked herself. From afar, she saw angels singing, and a mansion of Gold. Everything from it are shining. "So this is the heaven according to the Bible?" Georgia said. She never read the whole book but she knows something about it. Then she looked around. She was actually standing at the gates of heaven. It was so high and so big. "How can I enter in this gate?" She asked herself. "Nevermind." She strode walked to it. Then someone stopped her. "Where's your pass?" A person asked. He appeared suddenly in front of the Golden Gate. "My pass?" She asked herself. "Yes your pass." That person asked. He was shining and wore a white robe. He i

Heaven grabs my chin tightly and tilts my head up causing me to look at her. "Look at me when you speak." Heaven says sternly, still holding my chin with her hand. I look at her with my hazel eyes, while she stares at me intensely. "If this gets out, I'll literally kill you." She says one last time, and pushes me making me stumble away from the door. She opens the door and gets out. Well damn.... ————- It's finally after school and currently Gina is driving me home from school. I decide not to tell her about what happened with Heaven to avoid conflict. Even though she did ask me what happened when Heaven dragged me away, I didn't say anything useful to her.

Her voice carried a bitter undertone, revealing the emotional scars left by the experience. Justin, moved by Jessica's recounting of a painful past, gently placed his hand on hers, offering a comforting gesture that conveyed both empathy and support. The genuine sympathy in his touch reflected the understanding of the difficult ordeal she had endured. Listening intently, Justin absorbed her next words, "My father eventually died. Even though my mother had said my dad went to heaven and that it was a better place, I saw heaven as a cruel place. How could it have taken my father from me when I needed him most?" Jessica's poignant reflection on her perception of heaven revealed the enduring emo

She listened attentively, interweaving her own tales of perseverance and resilience amidst the challenges she had faced. The mention of Isaac's name caught me off guard, my astonishment evident in my widened eyes. Grace's smile turned bittersweet, a mixture of gratitude and sorrow dancing upon her lips. She proceeded to recount how Isaac had come to her aid when she found herself in a dire situation, a selfless act that had changed the course of her life. "He saved me from those who sought to harm me," Grace confided, her voice tinged with a mixture of reverence and vulnerability. "And he not only saved me, but he also gave me a chance to rebuild my life here at the diner."

Time seemed to drag on slowly in this moment, but as soon as we were done with our discussion, I wished for more time; because now that we were done, it meant saying goodbye to my dad. The chief walked with my father and I, as Jaxon lead the way down a small hallway leading to a back exit. Once we were outside, my heart began pounding and my tears started again. "Hang on, Em, I want to have a word with Jaxon," My dad stated, moving away from me to join Jaxon by a large truck. He was loading some bags into the back. "Emery, I just want to thank you for agreeing to testify. I know this isn't easy, any of it, but you're a brave girl. We are going to keep you safe, and we will work day and night

She'd been brutally robbed of a lifetime with her mom, and would never know a mother's love. "Daddy said she's in heaven." "She is. And she's always watching over you. She's happy to see you grow big, strong, and kind," Marybeth assured her, even though she was a firm atheist and didn't believe in heaven or hell. Heck, she'd stopped believing in the fairy tale that was God as soon as she was old enough to understand the true nature of human beings.