No Scars In Heaven 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 one to stop them. "Perhaps in heaven, if the Gods have mercy on me. Just for once, let me..have..what...I want." Mikael coughed blood a couple of times and finally, his fiery gaze becomes grim and lifeless, looking ahead at Eve with the last of his breath softly blowing the grass near him. He dreamt of heaven. It wasn't the darkness he expected or the fire of hell ready to burn him to ashes. He was within the clouds, floating endlessly while his head lying on a soft flesh. His eyes look upwards while his body rested and does not move at all.

i said I kissed him and he reciprocated . "Hmmm" someone cleared his or her throat I turned to see Stacey grinning "Enjoyed the kiss?" She asked....I blushed "Yeah it was heavenly" Jack said licking his lips I glared at him in embarrassment "Why are you here Stace" I asked "To see Jack off" she said and hugged Jack "Not that I'm gonna miss you but Whitney would" she said to Jack "Oh my poor heart, Stace won't miss me" He held his chest and faked a pain expression

I turn my head back. He takes the towel and wraps me in it while also wrapping me up in his arms. My breathing gets heavy as I can feel his firm chest against my back. Sparks are trailing up and down my body. I am on fire, and he knows it. He leans down and whispers in my left ear. "Don't ever hide yourself from me. You're my blessing from the goddess." He kisses down my neck and stops when he gets to my scar. I'm still holding my hand over it. He removes my hand, "I'm sure we'll do something about this." He kisses the black scar a tingle runs through me. I moan; I'm turned on, and I know he can smell it.

He was still. He was gone. Her calls were never heard by him. Her tears he never saw, Her face he could not see. The sky was bright, the sun shining bright, But the castles were under a dark black cloud. The queen stopped at the end of the bed, as tears poured down her eyes she felt her heartache. He was gone too soon, he left with too little memories.

As he saw that, he pulled out his handkerchief from the back pocket, folded it to form a bandage, and gently wrapped it around the injury. "And when we are in heaven, every minute feels surreal because we have longed for it every second," he said while tying the cloth around my foot. He looked up and his eyes scanned my face and then my frame without blinking. He was staring at me like I am the most precious and beautiful girl in the world. "You are looking exactly the way I imagined in my dreams" he chuckled and his eyes snapped back to me "the only difference is that in reality, you have dolled up for someone else" a wave of pain passed his eyes for a fraction of a second.

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

It did not travel. It simply existed. Aurelian felt it within him, as natural as his own existence. “You are order.” “You are purpose.” “You are mine.” The response came instantly, unified across Heaven. “We are yours.” There was no delay. There was no variation. Aurelian’s voice joined the others, identical in tone, identical in certainty. Perfect. A command followed. Not spoken in words, but understood completely. Movement. The stillness of Heaven shifted. Wings extended, not with sound, but with light. Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance.

It feels important, like this is the start of something but I have no idea what. “No, you need to leave.” I sigh and try to sound as confident as I normally feel; I know it falls flat when Gideon says nothing and just continues with lathering up his chin. When he starts to scrape off the small hairs on his chin with a razor, I realise he’s not paying me any attention. Glancing at the shower, I debate just running from the room and how far I’ll get before the rope-happy Alpha gets to me. I know it won’t be far so I turn my back on him and slowly start to undress. With each piece of clothing I remove, I visualise the scars that Gideon will see if he looks at me. I have a nasty scar up the back

I couldn’t fathom how anyone else would think any different, but this time when I roam his features, his scars were gone. Darting up from his body, one hand slapped across my mouth, the other tracing the deep scar that should have been going through his eye down to his throat. The tough skin, marred with red and purple, was now gone. His chest was completely clean, not a speck of once ripped skin.