Pick Up Lines Heaven Novels & Stories

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.

I open my eyes to see my mother has stopped her process and when I look at Christian his eyes are barely open looking at me. My mom pulls away but I stay there holding his hand. A can’t seem to look away from his blue eyes. He carefully raises his other hand and places it on my cheek. “Am I dead?” I simply shake my head. “Then how am I in heaven?” Before I can respond he gently uses his hand to bring my face down to his. I know where this is going but I can’t seem to stop it. He kisses me gently with so much need as he grazes his tongue across my lower lip asking for access. I grant it to him and the kiss is slow and sensual. When he pulls back just enough so that our foreheads touch. “Heave

Davis. The only other thing that ever made me feel like I was in heaven like I do now was that hug we shared a long time ago. The hug that I call my heaven. I don't get many of those hugs anymore not so much recently because of everything that recently happened between us but hopefully many more of these heaven moments to come.

They both dig in that chicken soup and dig each other after, under the cold and rainy weather. ~~~ "I should have listened to him more. Stayed with him more. Doctor, why's heaven so unfair?" Sky choked in sobs. "I want to die but Kai wants me to live. What should I do doctor?" "But..." he continued, "how can you help me? When you look so much like him?"

“It sounds silly.” Matthew shook his head as he took her hand with a boyish smile on his face. “It’s not silly as long as we take all chances given to us by the heavens,” he said gently. “Think of it as us trying it out just for fun. Besides, the doctor said that a little more fresh air would do you some good. Think of this as humoring me for a bit, all right?”

I gave them back their own words, one by one, exactly the way they'd given them to me. "Then stay here. Stay right here. It's so safe in here, isn't it? Completely sealed. Nothing gets in. Not a bomb, not a zombie, not anything." Dad dropped to his knees and slammed his forehead into the concrete floor over and over again, the thud of it echoing through the room, blood spreading across his skin. "No! That's not true! That's not true! "Outside, it's spring! There's a barbecue out there! There's steak! There's everything!

Her eyes blinked, seemingly disbelieving what she heard. “Huh, you’re still a virgin? You idiot, you won't get into heaven either!” I smirked at her as I completely took off my polo shirt and tossed it somewhere. “Then we'll enter a different kind of heaven. A unique heaven.” Langitngit! (Creaking sound, often associated with a bed or a door)

on the fifth ring, someone picked the phone. "Hello" it was a heavy male voice ."Hi" she felt like she cannot utter a single word. "I am talking from Paris" She tried to make a conversation. " From Paris? Who?" His voice was confident. tears filled her eyes "I am your cousin Sarah. Can I talk to your mother, please? "She has gone to visit her friend. I can deliver the message." He sounded busy. She did not know what to say next. "Actually Aunty said she will attend the wedding, in Paris"

Was his reply. WHAT.IN.HEAVEN'S.NAME.DOES.THAT.MEAN?!

Was this heaven? No… that couldn’t be right. Heaven wouldn’t take someone like me. If I wasn’t wanted in the human world, what made me think God would want me? I was nothing—just a pathetic loser with no one left. Suddenly, the vibrant green of the field darkened, turning into an ominous black. The sky above twisted into swirling storm clouds. Then the voices started. “Wake up.” The words echoed in my mind, growing louder with each second. The ground beneath me trembled, my vision blurred, and just as I felt myself slipping away—