Heavens Property Novels & Stories

“Did he say what kind of space he wanted us to look at redoing for him?” “A new purchase, the whole house I believe, but it’s for him personally. His assistant eluded that there was ‘potential’ if Mr. Kavanagh was pleased, and I mean if you could end up adjacent to his payroll and get a contract outfitting his newly acquired properties, that would be huge.” “He buys a lot for personal use? Or does he own spaces he rents out?” “He owns rented spaces,” Ted leaned over and pressed a few things on his tablets bringing up an album of his current rentals, “executive, fully furnished spaces for the corporate world.”

It's not enough for heaven to just slap him, and spit on him, they step on him until he lost all the will to live, the will to see the light again. Knowing you love your enemy, knowing you married your enemy, slept with him, cry for him, live your life for him now... the heavens wanted to knock out all the life in him. Remarkable. What the heavens laid out for him deserves a standing ovation, and applause from all the bystanders who only watched him trampled so low and left him so pathetic.

Heaven Hill had done some protection in that area for a local loan shark, and if memory served him correctly, it was a large facility. "We need to get on the Property Assessor's site and see who that property lists too," Liam said, taking down the approximate location of the dot on the map. "Do you think they'd be stupid enough to list it to themselves?" Steele asked. "I don't know, but we want to make sure if we blow it to hell we're not destroying a profitable piece of property for a friend. What if they're renting it? If the city owns it, we'd be in some deep shit too."

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

She wandered into the kitchen, thoughts of Maximilian circling in her mind. “He owns this lavish 24-floor condominium," she muttered under her breath. "Yet he’s left every floor below us completely empty. He could rent them out—or is this just his way of flaunting his power, showing everyone that the entire building is his to do with as he pleases?” As she sipped her drink, Ariadne noticed two more people entering the penthouse. She squinted, recognizing them instantly. The two men beamed and waved at her, as though they were close friends. Ariadne responded with a simple eye roll, her irritation mounting.

What kind of person could possibly live up to all this hype? "No more words," Morgan said. "The time has come. The High Marshal has already entered Heaven on Earth." Heaven on Earth was a palace located behind the Skyward Sanctum. In a few moments, Gideon would walk out from Heaven on Earth, following the ornate, dragon-carved pathway and stepping onto the Skyward Sanctum's altar to stand before the entire nation as a newly crowned star. The plaza erupted in energy. Countless eyes locked onto Heaven on Earth, waiting breathlessly.

Then, I took off the platinum ring he bought for me with the money he first earned by underground fighting, and placed it next to the envelope on the bedside table. And with that, I had paid every debt I owed him. Turning around, I left that nauseating building step by step, to my mother's car which was parked downstairs. She didn't ask a thing, seeing my frighteningly pale complexion and emotionless expression, only handing me a brand-new phone. Along with the sound of the engine flaring to life… Tanya Reeds was no more.

Ziason simply replies with the intent to walk pass the latter, but Zeedar places his hand on the Alpha’s chest to stop him. “I will wake him. Now is the right time to gather.” “Are you the Alpha, or am I?” Ziason asks, now pissed at Zeedar’s gesture. He continues walking up the stairs, anyways. On reaching the top and sighting Heaven, he stops and tucks his hands into his pockets. Heaven, perceiving his faint scent, rolls her eyes with a sigh of frustration. “For fuck’s sake. Can I not get a break from the Fathers?” she murmurs.

The material world spread around them in all its honest variable complexity and his form was fully present in it and Eve was beside him and behind them their chosen family walked and ahead was everything that had no name yet. He breathed it in. Behind them, across the distance that was rapidly becoming the past, the crystal spires of Heaven rang with frequencies that had never passed through their architecture before. Not the prescribed harmonics of the celestial order, not the discordant ringing of the last seven nights as the structure processed the tremors from Eden. Something new, something that had been generated by the week's events and was now moving through the celestial hierarchy li