Made In Heaven Ultimate Requiem Novels & Stories

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?

"No. There won't be second chances. And Sophie, you wouldn't change. You'd never be satisfied." A person who was never content would never find happiness, no matter how many chances life gave them to start over. Sophie looked at me, tears of regret streaming down her face. "Is there really no chance? I mean it, Lucas. I know I was wrong." I met her pleading eyes and answered firmly, "There's no chance." After leaving the hospital, I never went back to see her again. After all, I cherished what I had now far more than what was lost.

Then he suddenly spoke again, "Iris, we've been together since childhood. I can count as your brother. Let me walk you down the aisle." This was Adrian's final plea. As we walked down the aisle, I felt dazed as my memories drifted back to the year my mother died. At her funeral, I slipped away while no one was paying attention and ran to her coffin. The coffin was large and high. I wanted to climb up to see my mother one last time, but my legs were short. I could not climb up and could only sit on the floor, crying in frustration. Suddenly, someone tapped my forehead. "Why are you crying?"

Adriana knelt down and carefully wiped the portrait on the gravestone with a handkerchief. "Grandma Rosie, I just went to see my parents and Daisy. Now I've come to see you. If you meet Daisy on the other side, please take care of her. Don't be hard on her. "Oh, and… you have to bless Chris, too. Bless him to live a long, long life." At that, Adriana let out a soft laugh. In moments of despair, people always seemed to turn to gods, spirits, and fate for comfort. "I'm leaving Heatherton City. I don't know when I'll come back… maybe I never will. The buildings here are too tall. So tall you can't even see the sky. It's not good for my spine."

After three of four repetitions of this pattern, she could stand no more, I could tell by the look on her face. "I… I can’t hold it again, I'm going to release it again! I’m going insane! I need to… " she moaned I grabbed hold of the pillow she rested her head on and began pounding her full force, momentarily fearful I might jackhammer her into oblivion. "Olivia moaned and panted in pleasure. “Yes… yes… yes... . Make me yours… make me…… for… EVEEEEEEERRRR!!!” Olivia said as I felt the urge to bite her neck. She kept repeating those words that I couldn't hold back and ended up biting her as I released my load inside her as collapsed on her body.

His protest dissolved into a gasp. The world began to tilt. The men’s voices grew distant muffled like sounds underwater. Streetlights stretched into streaks of gold across his fading vision. His limbs felt heavy. Weak. The last thing Ethan saw before darkness swallowed him completely was the road stretching quietly beneath the city lights. Moments later his unconscious body was placed inside one of the black vehicles. The doors closed, the engines started and within seconds the convoy disappeared into the night.

I knelt in front of my mom's grave and asked her. "Mom, I need you now more than ever. Where are you mom? Mom, I'm in so much pain. I can't bear it. I don't know how much more I can take. Mom do you see my tears? I'm tired of watching my angel cry. It makes me want to die. I would give my own life just to see her smile. Please help me to overcome my pain.

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 -

I might as well retract his support system if he did not want it anymore. … On my way back from the cemetery, a rare occurrence happened—Gabriel rang me up. His tone was awkward and questioning as he asked, "Could you please send me a video of her? I haven't seen Annabelle in days, Rhea." "Sure." I hung up the call before he could finish speaking. I then sent him one of Annabelle's videos from when she was still alive. Gabriel swiftly replied with a voice message. He now had a much more relaxed tone.

“Don’t forget me… Damien…” I turn slowly. Heaven’s eyes are still closed, but her lips are moving. Her hand twitches against the sheets. “Please… don’t forget me…” Her voice cracks on the last word, raw and pleading, like she’s dreaming something terrible. My heart slams against my ribs. I’m across the room in two strides, dropping to my knees beside the bed. I take her hand gently—and press it to my cheek. “Baby,” I rasp, my voice thick. “Heaven. I’m right here.”