Second Hand Heaven Novels & Stories

Each had a thin green tube running from a silver box into their arm. “Look at them, Julian,” Maya whispered, walking past a line of sleepers. One man grinned in his dreams. An old woman’s wrinkles seemed to melt away. “They’re not just asleep. They’re trapped in some perfect dream—so perfect they never want to wake up.” Julian didn’t whisper. “This is a graveyard, Maya. A fancy, spotless graveyard for people who are still breathing.” “Welcome to the first ‘Heaven’ Clinic,” came a sharp voice.

In every way, as you yourself noticed. Hector left, taking me by the hand: - I'll have them all removed. She arched a brow as she walked down the bright white, floor-to-ceiling hallway with matching doors. I even imagined having arrived in heaven, in paradise, so to speak. All white and an angel waiting behind every door to welcome you. Well, I expected the sky to be like this... So clear it stung my eyes. I looked to the side: “Damn, I got to heaven holding hands with the devil himself. The man who exuded desire in his eyes, who melted me with a half smile, who destroyed my sanity when he spoke in my ear and who when he touched me with his tongue made me go to hell and back a thousand times

He would not break me again. But I would use him. I needed the Hale family to fall. And this time, I would not be the one lying on a cold restroom floor. This time, I would be the one standing.

Both sat close to each other in silence allowing the night breeze to swirl around them and sipping their cold coffees. “The stars are beautiful tonight.” Madeline whispered not moving her gaze away from the night sky that twinkled because of the countless stars. “Hmm,” Madeline felt Kane's chest reverberate in a slow rhythm when he replied. It was indeed a Friday night and instead of being at a club and loosing control to alcohol, Madeline would a thousand times prefer the solace and comfort with Kane by her side and at this exact moment, it was priceless and... Perfect.

she said in an almost frenzied tone. “Whoa, whoa. Slow down, honey. Your scientist side is coming out again,” Matthew said, reaching out to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. There was a hint of teasing in his tone, but overall, he sounded serious enough to consider her real concerns. “Yes, that is a possibility. But I find it hard to believe that we’ve been given this second chance only to have it turn out into a bad way. I choose to believe that we were given this miracle just so we could live a happier life.”

“But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.” Elowen held that gaze for one long moment, then turned slightly - just enough to show she was aware of the dais and the court beyond it. The banners fluttered faintly with the movement of air through high doors. The sound of distant bells - announcement bells, ceremonial bells - threaded through the hall, low and inevitable.

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

My heart starts racing, and panic crawls up my throat. No, I think desperately. Not again. Then I hear it. Mate. The voice is soft but firm, echoing inside my head. I freeze, my fingers curling into the bedsheets. “That’s not possible,” I whisper hoarsely. But the voice doesn’t disappear. I have always been here. The room fades. Suddenly, I’m no longer in the hospital. I’m standing under a silver sky, the ground glowing faintly beneath my feet. The air feels alive—thick with power, ancient and wild. I turn slowly, my heart pounding.

****** A second chance Gabe stood on the edge of the cliff, the cool morning air brushing against his face as he watched the horizon. A new day was dawning. He thought of those who had died—friends, innocents, all lost in the fight against an evil so ancient and powerful it had nearly consumed the world. But amid the sorrow, there was hope. A second chance. The rising sun bathed the landscape in pure golden light, warm and honest. Gabe looked down at the idol cradled in his hands. It was warm now, faintly humming as if something deep within it still breathed.