Novel & Cerita Second Hand Heaven

"Duabus corporibus, una anima. Unum ex duobus immolandum est ut alterum vivat. Alterutrum corporum remanere debet, alioquin aequilibrium inter caelum et infernum concidet." "Two bodies entwined, one soul to tether, A choice must sever the bond forever. One form shall linger, the other must part, Lest chaos consumes the realms at heart. Heaven and Hell's delicate thread, Frays should both be lost or dead." Realizing with aching clarity from the things she had read, Agatha's tears finally break loose. She's consistently cognizant of her innate talents and intellect, a contrast to her sister. By logical deduction, she would be the chosen one to preserve their family's honor.

One second, the Second Prime was a silhouette of untouchable smoke; the next, the clinical silence of his heaven was shredded by the roar of the Nightfall orbital barrage. I stood in the center of the shaking atrium, my boots melting into the quartz floor. My right hand was buried in the Second Prime’s translucent chest, my fingers fisting into the silver-mercury veins of his core. But it was my left arm—the black, ash-weeping limb that belonged to him—that was doing the real damage. Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

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I was utterly bewildered. "I'm not his girlfriend, Tyra. And I'm also engaged right now with my boyfriend," Helena said, her voice calm but firm. She lifted her hand, revealing a sparkling diamond ring on her finger. The evidence was undeniable, yet the confusion swirling in my mind refused to dissipate. This entire situation felt like a bizarre, twisted dream.

Grandpa won’t have a reason not to pass it to dad when he retires. So, I figured I’d surprise Damian at his office. I really wanted to see what he actually did all day. Since he’s the ‘Romancer’ for the Familia, I already knew there are way too many thirsty whores circling around him, and I needed to remind everyone: he’s mine. I arrived at Heaven to Hell just after eleven. The club was closed, but all the lights were on. The place is sleek, dark and seductive. In the center was a glass display case showcasing bondage toys and high-end kink gear. Some of it looked... intriguing.

“I'm trying to help Julian. I'm lonely. You need the money and I need the company. Be my husband for one year. At the end, you walk away with two hundred million cash…more than enough to build your gallery. And in the meantime…” My lips curved faintly. “Twelve months of back to back sex, what do you say?”

Just say you messed up to the High King! The High King waved his hand, clearly annoyed, and the guards shut the doors. The hall fell silent. The second-in-command handed me a wooden box once more. "Sophie, this is the High King's blessing, paving the way for your future." I looked down at the wooden box in my hands, knowing full well what it meant. It was the symbol of the High King's power and riches. Later, at the banquet, I looked around and did not spot Iris anywhere.

//Heather Harmony// I was staring at the hell gate---I mean the school gate. I laugh with my thought. Of course it's a hell gate. It's been what? Two years since I leave this school? And as far as what Heaven said, the school is still the same... 'Cause baby now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look at what you've done 'Cause baby now we got bad blood (hey!)~' "It's been a while, Heather." Heaven smile at me. I smirk at her. "I told you that you don't need to come here. Don't you have any classes?" I ask as we walk. She just shake her head while I keep my other earphone in my ears.