Novel & Cerita Highway To Heaven A Special Love

She had to as she had no one to go to, most especially now that she’s pregnant. Scott Hunt had been diagnosed for having Antisocial Disorder which no one knew about aside from his psychiatrist, Jess, and Kaiser. He was great in manipulating people without feeling any remorse. Even Samantha, an exceptional psychiatrist hasn’t seen through him—not even Takumi. Everything he has shown to everyone he calls as "friends" were all fake and he regrets nothing. Scott is also the son of an underground leader who lures cursed people into opening a portal between heaven and hell.

The wish that she thought was silly and impossible, but hoped so desperately that it would come true. ‘I wish I could go back to when we were still in love. Back when I still had my happiness in my hands before I ruined it with my selfishness,’ she thought to herself, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. ‘I wish… I could have a second chance, to live normally, and to be together forever with the only man that I’ve ever loved in this lifetime.’ When Allison opened her eyes, she saw Matthew staring at the Miracle Well quietly. After a few moments, he turned to her with a tiny, almost strained smile.

His gaze was full of warmth and devotion. Misty never set foot in her home country again after that day. (The End)

Knowing that it took someone very special to love… Hell’s Angel!

Message From Author "When Love Heals" is the English translation of the Thai novella "Duang Jai Khong Ma Prot", which explores the theme of an uncle and his illegitimate niece. Introduction In this story, Parker Callahan, the hero, has long harbored feelings for Lydia Harris, the girl next door. After a painful breakup caused by her boyfriend's betrayal, Lydia returns home feeling heartbroken. Seizing the opportunity, Parker steps in to offer her comfort and care. His gentle and affectionate nature makes Lydia's heart flutter, especially since his warmth and charm stand in stark contrast to her previous experiences. How could she not be moved and find solace in his embrace? Join us as their

Vaeh's POV “I pray you love like your momma And you forgive just like she does 'Cause when this life knocks you down I hope you get down on your knees 'Cause that's what I do, that's what I do When I pray for you Oh, when I pray for you I know you're gonna grow up some day But don't forget to take your time And take the time to call back home It ain't always gonna be easy It ain't always gonna be fair I know you ain't always gonna need me But I promise that I'll always be there I pray you love like your momma And you forgive just like she does 'Cause when this life knocks you down

"Now for the second part of the story. Who am I? I'm a Deity. We Deities look over humans. That's our job. There are two types of Deities. There's the Lesser Deities and The Higher Deities. The Lesser Deities are the commoners with ordinary powers. The Higher Deities are the ones granted with special powers. They are mostly from the noble families. Every time a Higher Deity is born, he or she is born with a tiny marble in his her fists. The marble will be plain white at first but as they grow, a particular color begins to glow in it. That color is the color of their Energy Core and also the color of their eyes. The energy core is in the heart and that's where our powers come from." "I was bo

I turned and faced them, "Thank you, both of you, for helping. I do not know what I would have done if you had not been here." "We are truly sorry for your loss." "It's okay. Thank you." As we began our trip back to the hospital, Mr. Joe took the wheel, the atmosphere in the truck heavy with bitter feelings. The truck rolled along the darkened road, leaving the forest behind as we embarked on our trip. The night had been a whirlwind of fear and confusion, but in the company of Mr. Joe surfaced a hint of solace. She sat beside my Dad, my pulsing hands reaching out to touch the cold stillness of death.

I asked him as I turned to stare out the window as Bishop pulls out of his lane onto the highway away from town. “North, to a town called Heavenly Hills.” Bishop tells me as he reaches over and turns on the radio filling the car with tunes from the nineties. Bishop’s fingers began to tap on the steering wheel, and then he joined in singing, “Living on the edge…” and I looked over at him and gave out a giggle as I joined in, singing too.