My Blue Heaven Book Novels & Stories

For the first time in years, I could breathe without feeling like something was pressing against my chest. Life had become smaller, simpler, and somehow, that made it feel larger than it ever had before. There were no reporters here. Just mornings with Blue, long walks, and quiet evenings.And the slow rebuilding of a life that belonged entirely to us. I had not planned to stay forever. This wasn’t hiding. It was healing completely. There was a difference. Blue reached the porch and smiled up at me. “Can I show you something?” I smiled back. “Of course.” She opened the notebook.

Miriam stated and left them standing there like that. “What dead souls?” Were the questions running in Blue’s mind, what did she mean by the dead souls they would meet, she had never heard of such a thing and neither did she think that it would be part of the journey, she thought it was just a short ride ahead until they got to the witches lair. *** The morning had come for Blue to depart but she was eagerly waiting for Miriam to bid her farewell. She mounted the horse staring one last time ready to leave when she saw her coming with Anthonia and Mbaru.

KATLEYA RAN to Blue’s room. She had entered it several times before, so she knew exactly where it was. Upon reaching the door, she barged in without even knocking. She didn’t see the person she came for, but she didn’t lose hope and let her eyes wander around the room. She realized that Blue was on the balcony, standing with his back to her, gazing up at the sky. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore when he came from her house.

The sky stretches above in strange hues, not the black I’m used to, but a pale glowing blue, as if dawn is stuck in a loop here. “I know right?” Blaire says with this wild grin, like she’s proud of showing me. “It’s beautiful… Even though it’s my home, it still amazes me every time I pass through the woods. And wahhh, this cool air—feels like it was made to wash sins away.”

Now everything blue feels like love too Blue like the neon buzzing in a dive bar Blue like the denim on her hips in my car Blue like the echo when she says my name The color of calm and the color of flame I never meant to make her cry But she’s the best blue in my whole damn sky Yeah, baby, she’s my favorite kind of blue She walks like freedom, talks like truth A little bit wild, a little bit proof Of everything I never knew I craved Of every rule I never obeyed She— She’s the blue of a lightning strike Of ink-stained dreams in the dead of night She’s the bruise I’d wear again The one who tore me open, then Blue like the ink that I wrote her in Blue like the bruise where I let her in Blue li

Meanwhile, high above the lavish venue, Shlok, consumed by a fervent love for Gauravi and their unborn child, steers the helicopter with unwavering determination. With each passing moment, his heart pounds with a mixture of anxiety and longing as he approaches the pivotal moment that will determine the course of their intertwined destinies. As the helicopter descends gracefully towards the opulent rooftop of the seven-star hotel, Shlok's mind races with thoughts of Gauravi, the woman he cherishes above all else.

He spoke. The papers flying around them fell slowly. "Then, Hail– " Blue said and stared straight in his eyes. Blue’s eyes are the color of the forest that is piercing Hail’s soul. " – how about this life? Your dream? Do you – " he said and lowered his head. " – not remember this all?" he asked. His voice is low. Hail felt his heart stop beating for a moment, and the surrounding moved so fast as fast as a bullet train. His hair fluttered together with the papers when a carriage went past them. He just looks at Blue. Blue is hanging his head. A moment of silence fell on them.

Everything was a shadowy haze as voices bickered and grew around me. Was this what heaven was like? Or maybe I was with the Moon Goddess now? I couldn’t tell where I was or who was talking. It was so vague, like a quiet echo that had travelled miles to reach me. I was at peace and at first, I couldn’t recall what I had been doing before. Slowly, my eyes flickered open to the sound of an elderly woman’s voice. “Waking up at last, are you? Good.”

I told him sincerely. "My sister is very lucky. She was living in a hell since her childhood, but you made her life heaven" he said emotionally. "No Avinash, You are wrong. I'm not making her life heaven, in fact, she is the one making my life heaven" I told him, and he smiled. My angel is my heaven! ****************************** How is it ?

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'