Our Father Who Art In Heaven Novels & Stories

I say his name in a questioning manner. Dante ignores me, his eyes still trained on Zeke who seemd to be descending from his high. "He's gone to heaven!" There is a brief silence, then confusion digs at me. Why did the boy talk so excitedly about his father being dead? "Heaven?" Dante asks, looking more sure than he did earlier. "Yes. It's the best place to be. Mum says he's going to return soon. It's been so long but mum says it's because heaven is such a long way from Miami."

"How was your day at school?" "It was good. I had my first art class, Daddy, see i made this." Walking to his father, he sat down on his lap and showed him the picture. "A family?" His father whispered. Lucas saw his father crying so he put the paper away and hugged his father with his little arms. "Don't cry Daddy, I've prayed to God, I've prayed for you to help you and make us rich." "Then, God heard you. Your father is going to be rich very soon." His father said making him confuse.

Just me, a wet rat trudging down the road. “This is punishment,” I muttered. “Heaven’s like, oh, you thought you could sleep instead of choir? Here, have pneumonia.” I didn’t even notice him until a hand landed on my shoulder. I froze. I turned. Father Nico. “Evening,” he said smoothly. Not a drop of water on him, like the rain didn’t dare touch him. His umbrella tilted just enough to cover himself but not me. Figures. “Oh—hi, Father.” My voice cracked. I stepped back a little, but his hand stayed on my shoulder. Heavy. Firm.

Vincent asked. “Sorry for what?” I said, resting a hand on my still-flat stomach. “He made his bed. Now he has to lie in it.” “You’re right.” Vincent leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “The past is past. We have to look forward now.” I closed my eyes, feeling the warm Mediterranean sun. In my heart, I spoke to the sky. Dad, you can rest easy now. Your daughter is happy. A gentle breeze rustled through the olive groves, as if my father was answering me from beyond. And here, on this ancient land, a new chapter for the Moretti family was just beginning.

Adrian said, guiding his father back into the wheelchair and planning to push him away from Alycia’s room. “Yes… perhaps… but…” Aaron tried to speak again, but Adrian cut him off. “That’s enough, Father! You need more rest too, don’t you? Let’s get you back to your room.” Without another word, Adrian quickly pushed his father back to his room. He helped him settle in and even tucked him under the blanket. As Adrian was about to leave, his father called out from behind. “Yes, Father?” Adrian turned around. “Nothing, I just wanted to say — thank you, Adrian. And goodnight,” his father said softly, his gaze warm.

Although my stomach wasn’t feeling very hungry anymore, it was still a distraction and I needed it. “I know you are angry that I kept this from you…” my father said, peering at me with a timid frown on his face. “What were the vampires after?” I asked; I didn’t bother looking at him as I asked that question. I kept my eyes fixed on my plate. My father sighed and picked at his fries. “Something called the Heavenly Heart,” he answered. “I’m not exactly sure what it is. But apparently, it’s powerful.” “And mom, had it?” I asked. “Where was she keeping it?”

“I will, Dad. I promise. Just please, don’t—” “Run the company right. Make it thrive… for us.” His father’s gaze turned distant, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. “Be happy, Sebastian.” Sebastian nodded, tears streaming down his face as he felt the life slip from his father’s grasp. “I love you, Dad. Please don’t leave me.” With a final wheeze, his father drew in a shallow breath, and then… silence. Sebastian’s world shifted; the man who had always been his anchor was gone. He stared at his father’s still form, a deep ache resonating in his chest.

“Mommy, Uncle Eli told me not to be sad because even though daddy is gone, he is still looking at me from heaven. So don't be too sad, mommy.” I sighed, nodding at him even though I'm not sure if my son's father really went to heaven after he died. I bent down and gently caressed his cheek. He smiled. He withdrew his little hand from holding me. He fixed my hair that had been messed up by the wind that had been messing it up for a while.

Please, please take me to him. Ava flies out the open back door, soaring into the skies and I finally see Father sitting in his armchair, staring out at the empty yard. Thank you, thank you! A cool current of blessed relief flows through my nerves and I sink to my knees. “Father…” I sob, crawling over to him and wrapping my arms around his frail thin neck. Father's back is hunched, his once strong frame frail and his face is wrinkled with age. He turns to me, his once bright green eyes clouded with confusion, unable to focus.

“I’ll give you the justice your father died for.” Behind us, the terminal screen gave a final, soft hum as the recording reached its absolute end. My father’s image began to fade into static, but his final words resonated through the cold metal vault, echoing in the quiet air like a blessing from the past. “I love you, my sweet girl,” Arthur’s voice murmured as the screen went completely dark. “And if Maximilian is still guarding your life ... trust him."