Romans & histoires Our Father Who Art In Heaven

his mother and father. When his father was busy with the pain in his heart, Axel didn't know what to do. Then, a few years later, he lost his father. Did Axel cry? No, of course not. He wasn't someone who would come to church every week, but he believed in heaven—a new life after death. There was a strong belief in his heart that his father was better off when he returned to be with his mother—returning to a part of his life. Axel didn't cry. Of course, he didn't cry.

Gaia POV. Walking into the underworld, I stop and look at the illusion my father created. A torture in it’s self. When the condemned souls first arrive in hell, they are met with a beautiful illusion. A vision of the beautiful night sky, purples, blues, and galaxies of stars. They believe they are in heaven until they walk further in and reality sets in. My father is a sick bastard, but I know that’s where I get it from. Like father, like daughter. I move towards the grass as I lay down on my back looking up at the galaxy of twinkling stars above me.

"Good. And you know when I am old, I would need my son to be the next Duke, don't you?" "I know now. Why can't you be the Duke forever?" My heart went out to that cute little face. "Because when people grow old, they will have to go to heaven and when they go to heaven, their children will have to take after then, do you understand?" Arthur looked down at his half-eaten sandwich for a moment. "Do you have to go to heaven? Will mama leave me and go to heaven too? Are you trying to tell me that you and mama are going to heaven without me?" When he looked up, his face was wet with tears. I brought him closer to me and held him.

Because he has somehow instilled fear in my woman and fixated on whatever claim he has on her. “You might as well just get on with why you called me here than to waste my time.” Perfect. “I see you've resorted to blackmailing people now.” His brow shot up, and he nodded with a sly grin on his face. “She told you. Perfect. You don't have to act so godly now, Father. I know that you both are having an affair.” “Yes, we are dating.” The word ‘affair’ just makes it strange and disgusting. And what we have is NOT disgusting.

Even the sparkle in his eyes betrayed it—like Josh wanted the whole world to know how lucky he was to be Althea Grayson’s son. “And… what about your father?” Josh’s bright smile faltered, giving way to a shadow of sadness. “Didn’t I tell you already, Mr. Handsome? My dad’s in heaven. Sometimes I wonder what he looked like, how he spoke, if he was fun like you and Uncle Chase. If he could play soccer or basketball in some cool way. What he liked, what kind of job he had.” Josh’s lips curved into a wistful smile. “But the truth is… I don’t know any of that.”

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit

“I uh got these from your father’s lawyer.” His eyes widen and then he frowns, eyes on the papers in front of me, “That was why you came?” I roll my eyes, noticing the light disappointment in his tone. “You have to stop being a priest, your father is using you, he is toying with you from beneath the grave.” I say as fast as I could. I watched him read the words on the papers, he was crumbling right in front of me, and there was nothing I could do to help him.

"Okay, we may need to follow up with you. We hope you give us your full cooperation." Once the police left, I headed to pick up Christopher from school. I didn't expect to run into Hanley at the gate. He grabbed my arm urgently. "Dawn, I'm sorry. I should never have doubted you. Please forgive me, for Christopher's sake. I'm his father, after all." There were a lot of people around the kindergarten gate, and I forced myself to keep calm as I shook him off. "Get away from me. Now you suddenly care about being Christopher's father? When you kicked us out that night, you sure didn't care. And don't forget—we're divorced. Christopher is with me."

" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me. So, I swallowed my urge to speak. "Dad, uh… Do you need a housekeeper at home?" Susan shot me a look, silently pleading with my father not to keep me around. My fists clenched tightly. I couldn't believe she was going back on her word. My father turned to me, his gaze softening with an unexpected warmth. Then, slowly shaking his head, he murmured, "It's… it's uncanny how much you look like her." He then asked, "Are you married?"

I tried again, but he hung up on me the second time. When I tried again for the third time, I put Brian on speaker so his annoyed voice would echo through the corridor. “Can you stop? Are you dying? Why are you bombarding me with calls?” He sounded as cold and distant as he was in my last life. My eyes turned cold when I recalled the images of how he killed me in my last life. However, I had no choice but to act. “Brian, your father just fell down and is bleeding profusely. The hospital requires his immediate family member to sign the consent form for surgery. Can you quickly come over to Peace Hospital?”