Heavenly Stories Novels & Stories

The main entrances to this civilization would be located in the terrestrial poles and its sun is the nucleus formed by two incandescent cones. After ten years, Alina decides to fulfill her mission of writing about this advanced civilization. In her mind a science fiction story with the fundamental principles of said civilization was captured. She began to write in the name of the universal love that we should feel. The title of the story would not be elusive to intraterrestrials, as many would think that it was just a fantasy. She wrote a deep story, where she showed her inner knowledge of her, this story she titled: SACRED SEX.

I harshly correct. “Among all the host of heaven, Lucifer was God’s favorite, his most brilliant light,” he replies, and I blink, further confused. “Even once cast down to hell for his treachery, he still comes before mortals appearing fair of face, offering council, to corrupt it with lies. Offering love…” He places a hand on my shoulder. “to corrupt it with lust, deviancy and perversion.”

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 -

“That thing? Its called a television. You mean to tell me that your father does not possess televisions?” She shook her head, turning back to look at the strange metal object that her uncles comrade called a television, her curiosity increasing. “No sir, he banned the use of all earths technology. What does it do?” “Basically, you turn it on and you can watch programmes, listen to music and even watch movies. Such a fun device. And what entertainment and family activities do you possess in the heaven dimension?” Darren asked, his curiosity overwhelming him as he rose from his feet; slowly shuffling towards a large white cooler.

Time went by and one day when Miriam was waiting for Lu, she was absorbed in her studies when she felt that someone came and saw her: -What's up Lu, we are leaving. With astonishment she heard a manly voice that said: "No, I am not Lu, I am Lu: -No, I am not Lu, I am Gabriel. She looked up and it was a good looking young man, she stood up, shook off her clothes and said to him: -Sorry Who did you say you were? -Gabriel. -I'm sorry, but I don't know you. -No, but you will soon.

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

Ace felt it was part of the pregnancy Fever and didn’t take his wife’s words seriously at that point. If only Ace knew that God was trying to communicate with him through Belinda, maybe he would have listened and honoured his wife’s desire of birthing their child at home with a midwife and doctor present. He had the money to pull such power and make his wife’s wish come true but felt she was just making up weird things in her head due to the baby in her tummy. God saw a catastrophe ahead and tried to protect these lovely couple but they weren’t attentive enough to catch God’s signals. Too bad! TO BE CONTINUED...

I am Sister Elena, 22, and I have been a bride of Christ for two years now. Tonight, the convent felt like a tomb. The stone walls of my cell held the chill of early spring, pressing against me even through the thin blanket. Moonlight slipped through the narrow window, painting silver across the crucifix above my bed. Jesus watched, as He always did—His sacred heart exposed, His eyes full of sorrow and love. I had knelt before that same image for hours after Compline, begging for peace. Instead, my body burned.

He is basically promised to God. I learned about it on a Sunday. Gia told me over the phone, and I sat on my bathroom floor for twenty minutes processing what it meant. The door I had never even been allowed to knock on had not just closed — it had been consecrated. I made peace with it. The fantasy became a habit, something I kept private and indulged without guilt and got used to it. I was at the stove, trying to cook when Gia called one evening. I answered without looking and her happy voice came out from the phone.

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.