Imagine Heaven Audiobook Novels & Stories

I turned to the screen, and the sight of Erwin’s teary eyes is making me feel weak. “Please, mommy? I promise to be good. Please come home, I miss you so much. I want a mommy too…” his small, guilty voice is tearing my heart apart. “I’m sorry for shouting…I didn’t mean to be bad. I promise, mommy, if you come home, I will eat all my vegetables and nanny Lucy won’t have to force me to go to sleep.” “I…uhm…” Dang it. “…okay.” *** Why do we have to play seven minutes in heaven?!

I think about everything. "I'm tired, Chase. Might as well make room for me in your bed in hell or purgatory?" I chuckle humorlessly, wondering which of the places he's in. Oh, I don't believe there's anything like heaven. That shit is just an illusion to deceive the people. Their voices fade. Silence spreads except for my hard breaths that are shattering them. In that moment of stillness, something flashes before me, burning bright and looking beautiful. A firefly.

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 -

Davis. The only other thing that ever made me feel like I was in heaven like I do now was that hug we shared a long time ago. The hug that I call my heaven. I don't get many of those hugs anymore not so much recently because of everything that recently happened between us but hopefully many more of these heaven moments to come.

​Vennessa pushed open the heavy oak doors of the powder room and stepped back into the grand exhibition hall. The transition was violent. The muted, tense quiet of the marble bathroom was instantly swallowed by the soaring warmth of the museum’s main pavilion, where a live orchestra was playing a sweeping, melancholic waltz. ​Hundreds of New York’s elite drifted through the shadows of ancient Egyptian exhibits, their diamonds catching the ambient lighting. But Vennessa couldn't see any of them. All she could hear was the mocking echo of Claire Smith’s voice.

His body thought this was genuinely hilarious. He got up before the celestial dawn completed itself, because lying in that bed had stopped being rest approximately two hours ago and had become a very specific kind of torment, and he walked the corridors of Heaven the way he had walked them ten thousand times before except that everything looked different now. Not changed, Heaven did not change, but different the way a familiar room looks different when you know you are leaving it. Like you are seeing it clearly for the first time because you no longer need it to be everything.

ARIA For a second, I honestly thought I died. Everything was white… soft… quiet. “Is this heaven?” I mumbled in my head. “Why is there no welcome team? No trumpets? No golden gate? Where are the angels? Shouldn’t someone be clapping for me for surviving my whole messed-up life?” Or—wait. “Maybe it’s hell,” I whispered. “But where’s the heat? The smoke? The demons?” Instead all I heard was a faint, distant voice. Someone calling a name I couldn’t catch. My head spun. My body felt like it had been boiled then frozen then thrown off a cliff.

He was about to apologize when the voice continued yelling "You sent me here and not just me. Do you remember Heaven? Of course, you do. She is here with me" His mind stalled. The images of Heaven flashed like quicksilver behind his eyes; her sincere smiles, their sweet kisses, the taste of her lips, and her great body. The thought of such beauty burning in hell, made his heart start pounding double-time again and his stomach twisted. "Do you know why?" the voice thundered "You of course! She fell in love with you and you infected her with HIV."

Analyze his soul, his essence, his nature, with unique eyes, the left one, a mixture of red and black and the other, blue and green "She is, without a doubt, worthy, ah finally found it, perfect" An ancient and deep voice spoke .. .. .. .. "Where I am?" A place where there is nothing, pure white, in a space without limits "This is heaven, hmph, I thought it would be something more pleasant as some religious books describe it, well it does not matter now well when I see that ..." “YOU DON'T NEED TO SAY ANYTHING, I KNOW; AVOID USELESS WORDS AND GO DIRECTLY TO THE MAIN TOPIC "

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.