Little Heaven Novel Novels & Stories

'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

“You’re here to cook, not to play detective.” But deep down, that little voice one that always got me in trouble — whispered Yeah, but don’t you want to know? Why does Domenico wear shades in the house? Why does Alessandro act like everyone is a threat? Why does this mansion feel like a golden cage? And why, oh why, does my bank account now have five figures sitting in it after just one day? I sighed again, pushing up to my feet. Lunch was done. Counters were clean.

Every wheeze, every labored breath haunts me. I work two jobs. Night shifts. Double shifts. I have pawned everything worth selling. All so I can afford a specialized surgery at a private facility. I can not lose her. I won’t. Even if I have to lie, steal, or beg, I will get Jane the help she needs. I just pray that one day, the truth will not take them away from me. Delilah Tomson’s Point of View They say you should be careful what you wish for. I used to dream of living in a mansion, married to a powerful man, dressed in designer clothes, and sipping champagne on balconies overlooking the city skyline. I got all of it… but it came at a price I never expected.

Inside, a single green bottle glowed. "The star-baby left us a present," she said, smile sharp as glass. "A new drug. We call it ‘Heaven.’ One drop, and you live in the White Room forever—no pain, no hunger, no death. And the best part? People are lining up to buy." A chill ran through Maya. She glanced at the city: silent houses, a world running on fumes. "You’re going to turn the whole world into a dream," Maya said, horror in her voice.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

She barked, "Is that how you apologize? Bow down!" I took a deep breath and bowed deeply, saying sorry once more in front of Jack. Jack, looking pleased as punch, waved it off. "Marvin, I'm totally fine. No need for all that, really." Hannah did not even spare me a glance, her back to me as she said nonchalantly, "You'll need to find another place to stay for a while. Come back once Jack's better." I grabbed my suitcase and walked away without looking back. Just then, my phone buzzed with a call from my leader.

Liviana is hit with a spell of déjà vu the moment she ventures through that office door and settles back down in that chair, across from her husband, beside her sister-in-law, stuck in hell all over again, it seems. But really, what else was new? At this point, she was beginning to think that, after birth, after leaving the hospital, she had gotten lost on her way home and entered some alternate dimension where she was stuck in an eternal hell - stuck in this chair living some never-ending nightmare.

Reigna Morning came gently, the soft gray light filtering in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse like a whispered apology. The city beyond was waking up, but I wasn’t ready. My limbs were heavy beneath the silk sheets, my eyes open but unfocused, and for a few quiet minutes, I just lay there—listening to the faint hum of traffic, the distant clink of dishes from the kitchen, the sound of footsteps muffled against the carpeted floor.

Far far away. The door snapped open and Justin rushed in. He coughed at the steam quickly opening the window. The cold air brushed my skin and I shivered. All I could picture was Damion. Pulling me into his room. What a bastard. Justin looked at me before crouched beside me “Val come on even for you this is sad.” I bit my lip to keep it from wobbling and showing just how broken I was inside. This was hell. I was living in hell.

"Eh... I found them!" She shot off into the sky. Using the "Flame Walk" Ren taught her. Little motes of fire appeared after each step. Ren just floated up with his Ion energy over the rooftops. Keeping her in eyesight as he did so. Felicity landed in the courtyard of a family. The homes were pretty worn out and falling apart. no servants. Just an old blind man and a little boy playing. The child was maybe 2 or so. A frail woman came from the back. Body beaten that hid a very once beautiful woman.