No Scars In Heaven Novels & Stories

But the way he stares at me fucking scared me to the core. "His stare is giving me concern," I whispered to Heaven. "Nothing good comes out from that kind of stare," Heaven mumbled. "We have to be careful," I said to her. "Yeah…very careful, he smells trouble and evil," Heaven said as she narrowed her eyes at him. "Evil! …" I gaped in surprise. "Don't fear, is not like something we can't handle," she said encouragingly to me. "I love your courage," I thumped her up in my head causing her to laugh.

"And guess what, the fountain of miracles are just so amazing. You can see whatever a human is doing. And the library, it is filled with books of the people who has passed away and they're like endless..." Mara couldn't help but smile as she listens to Shane talk about his experiences in the main land of heaven. Mara has never been to that place because she was never really promoted. She could only imagine that place as Shane talks about it in a descriptive manner. It was like Mara was watching a film in her head as she listens to the lad talking about things Mara loved to know about. Shane also talked about how famous he has been in the Eternal. Almost every grim reapers knows him. Mara cou

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

He snapped his finger again and my shirt disappeared, exposing my upper body and I was not wearing any bra. “Asher,” I called, covering my body. I have scars all over and my stomach is not healed properly, but he held my hand, his blue eyes looking into mine. “Look down,” he said, still holding my hand, and I looked down. At first, I noticed nothing, but when I did, I gasped. “My scars, it’s gone,” I said, sitting up. My skin was as fresh as a newborn, no single scars except my stomach since it’s not healed. I didn’t know he could also do that.

Her face looked like she will burst out crying anytime. “Reminds you of something. Don’t they?” She snapped her head towards him getting startled at his words. He brushed his fingers against his scars making her grind her teeth in shame. “These are just painless scars Rose. There are some wounds on my soul fresh. They don’t heal. They don’t leave scars. Instead, they are still fresh like someone had just made cuts on it freshly.” She closes her eyes in pain. “Can you compensate these scars? Hm.” She opened her eyes and nod her head steadily making him smirk in satisfaction.

They got back to the cabin and Luke excused himself along with his clueless brother. " We won't get into trouble, I hope”, Matthew said hastily, hoping desperately Rissa survives. Mariah draped a warm blanket over Rissa and rubbed her hands lovingly. Abraham felt his wounded palm bleeding again "Go to the pharmacy to get that treated; you cannot afford to have an infected hand”, Mariah said out of concern. " It is fine”, he responded, staring at the perfectly sleeping woman on the couch. " I think she is expecting, is Stella aware?" Abraham whispered to Mariah, whose eyes widened instantly.

The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest. It was over. Everything was ruined. My hands, my mother's dreams—everything was shattered in that single moment. Tears streamed down my face in heavy, relentless drops. Ryan rushed toward me, pulling me into an embrace. I leaned silently into his broad, warm chest, but the words that came from above were as cold as ice. "I'm sorry, Susan. Please, forgive me just this once. I know this isn't fair to you. But Miranda's mother died saving me. Once she makes it into the orchestra, I'll have repaid my debt."

"Still here, angel. But damn... that hurts." She laughed, choked and sobbing. His hand trembled as it reached for hers. "Is he gone?" "Yeah," she said, tears running down her face. "You did it. You got him." He smiled faintly. "Good. Tell Rosa... she owes me a drink." **** Three Days Later – Grayson’s Company, Northern Safe Zone The sterile halls of the Grayson Security Compound felt like another planet after Havenreach. The war was over for now, but the cost lingered in every exhausted face, every bandaged wound.

He is a living deity of beauty. “Your scars will never scare me. I have scars too, and all the scars have a story to tell the world, and all I want to know is yours.” He said it, and I was shocked. Now I am seeing the darkness behind the beauty I was seeing earlier. His body was well built but covered with scars. What!!

The flowers are also glowing with different colors but most of them are dark. We are star-struck! We didn’t expect this to happen! We didn’t expect to see these! “Am I dead? This place, it looks like heaven.” Havoc whispered. “You seriously think this looks like heaven, you haven’t been there, idiot.” Tristan joked. I chuckled. “You’re always bad on supporting other people. You know it’s just an expression.” “I’m just spitting some facts. We also don’t know if you’ll reach heaven, Havoc. Your name alone doesn’t stand a chance up there.”