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He used to persuade me to be with him but I stuck with my decision. He was such a dumbass and I don't know why I m thinking about him after my death. Thanks to me, I m in heaven because of my wise decision. Otherwise, no werewolves would go to heaven. I guessed that I was in heaven but I wasn't sure if I was there. I wanted to have a look at heaven and see who was calling my name so desperately. Wanted to have look at how heaven was. Soon my visions started to clear up and I saw someone was trying to kiss me and the most fascinating moment was when I closed my eyes again to let him kiss but...

She nods, and we both take a stroll down the deserted streets of London. “There is unrest in the Heavens,” she reveals, I listen carefully. “Something has awoken. Innocent souls weep, it’s disrupting the angels.” I can see why she seems so stressed. Heaven is a place untouched by chaos. If darkness touches the Holy Palace - there will be no heaven.

I whispered and kept the heaviness flow out of me in the form of my tears. I don't deserve them. I don't...!! ******* Hlw hlw....!! Hope you all are fine and doing great. Thank you so much to all of you who did review In His Hell. I was really very happy to see that...🙏❤ Again plzz do share your thoughts about the cahppy. And plzz do share your reviews for In His Hell On GoodNovel with stars in the Intro part of the book. Next update will be tomorrow.

Was this heaven? No… that couldn’t be right. Heaven wouldn’t take someone like me. If I wasn’t wanted in the human world, what made me think God would want me? I was nothing—just a pathetic loser with no one left. Suddenly, the vibrant green of the field darkened, turning into an ominous black. The sky above twisted into swirling storm clouds. Then the voices started. “Wake up.” The words echoed in my mind, growing louder with each second. The ground beneath me trembled, my vision blurred, and just as I felt myself slipping away—

They said. Inside the dream, "So this is heaven?" Georgia asked herself. From afar, she saw angels singing, and a mansion of Gold. Everything from it are shining. "So this is the heaven according to the Bible?" Georgia said. She never read the whole book but she knows something about it. Then she looked around. She was actually standing at the gates of heaven. It was so high and so big. "How can I enter in this gate?" She asked herself. "Nevermind." She strode walked to it. Then someone stopped her. "Where's your pass?" A person asked. He appeared suddenly in front of the Golden Gate. "My pass?" She asked herself. "Yes your pass." That person asked. He was shining and wore a white robe. He i

He laughted aloud. "You really know nothing! Heaven is what ever your heart desires it to be. The people are all the same, but what everyone sees is different." My heart raced at the thought. What was it my heart desired in heaven? All I have ever wanted was to see my family again... Was this going to be my chance to do so? Ezekiel opened the door without hasiton. Light bright like the sun shined out. As I stepped forward, I had to close my eyes. The light was to bright for me to look at. Ezekiel pulled me through.

"We can't. We're different and I'm serious about heaven. I don't want that to be compromised." "You'd be surprised about the whole hell & heaven ideology. That book you people love reading is full of lies written by your government morons. There's only some truth in it. I don't know what you think heaven is, but I guarantee that it's different from what you think it is," he replied.

Images flickered in her mind— Heaven enforcing rigid order. Hell anchoring rebellion. Oversight balancing probability like a machine. Endless cycles. Endless war. You are adaptable, the presence repeated. You break structures. “You don’t know me.” I know pattern. The filament pulsed faintly. You evolved. The word struck her. Evolved. Heaven had never used that word. Hell rarely did. Oversight calculated it. But this thing— It believed it. Outside — Fracture Rising

'Better judgment than most people,' he agreed, and she felt him smile against her hair, and she laughed — full and real and from somewhere deep — and he laughed too, that low unguarded sound she had been collecting since the very beginning. Outside, the last night of winter was snowing. Soft and slow, the kind that isn't violent, just quiet. The sky putting something gently to rest. Spring tomorrow. Everything still to come. She held him and let herself feel the full weight of it — this life, this man, this version of herself she had built from ash and stubbornness and the refusal to stay dead. The dry well is now overflowing

I clung to the same song, the one that had always been my lifeline in those darkest moments. "Imagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below us. Above us, only sky. Imagine all the people. Livin' for today. Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for. And no religion, too. Imagine all the people. Livin' life in peace..." I whisper-sang. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅