روايات وقصص ضمن Heavenly Farmer

] I was still trying to figure out the meaning of the last comment when suddenly, the microphone crackled. Everyone looked over, and there on the stage stood the senior secretary from the Lockhart Group. Holding a microphone and a card, he announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending this banquet. Taking this chance, I'd like to make an important announcement. Per a decision made by Mr. Owen Lockhart and the board of directors, 2% of the Lockhart Group's shares will be unconditionally gifted to Miss Robin Peck." The room erupted in shock. I looked up, disbelief flooding through me.

He extended his hand towards me, eyes brimming with love and tenderness, and I took his hand with a smile. "Of course, my husband." The church bells sang, proclaiming the start of a new chapter, a new beginning. There, Steven and I exchanged a kiss, deep and unreserved. Far off in the distance, on a quiet bridge, a lone figure turned around and melted into the crowd. Some people, once missed, are missed for a lifetime. My life… No longer had anything to do with him.

“That's my father”, Adrian responded bewildered. He turned to the excited old man and raised a questioning brow. “Oh my! You look just like him”, the farmer responded hastily “Where is he now?”. Adrian felt confused, but obviously, the old man seemed acquainted with his father in the past. “He is late, he died ten years ago”, Adrian responded. The farmer’s countenance dwindled. “I am sorry, he was such a good man”, the farmer affirmed. “How are you acquainted with him?”, Adrian questioned curiously.

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

she whispered, "are you okay?" He lifted his head to look at her, "I'm in heaven, baby."

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.

I give a silly thumbs up to ease the unspoken tension between us to be which he smiles softly than responds in an equally silly manner with a funny face. I look around searching for Celeste but don't see her. "Look the clouds are clearing" someone points to the sky and everyone follows. Indeed, the moon goddess was about to grace us with her presence in any moment. Within seconds the moon light shines on him and he is transformed into our future Alpha, a historical moment which I was able to witness. Theodore shifts into his wolf, he emits so much power that it forces us all to bow down on our knees in respect. My eyes well up on their own. This moment is magical.

the devil cooed, pushing a hand through his curls. Christian’s brow furrowed. “Saint--?” “Do you want to stay with these people,” the devil whispered, and he gave a timid nod. “Best we soothe the frightened cattle then.” He turned you out to face the crowd, smiling ear to ear. “I am a wrathful god, but behold! I am also merciful.” My flock murmured in disbelief at that claim of godhood, but they also couldn’t seem to stop staring at the crimson eyed terror and his captive pawn. “I have resurrected my Christian that he may continue to lead you and carry on my work. Fall to your knees and worship.”