Signs From Heaven Book Novels & Stories

"Your hands are a gift from the heavens!" And so, he started his daily ritual of praising me in a new way every day, his accent heavy but his eyes always sincere. I set down my tweezers, picked up my croissant and took a bite, the flaky pastry crumbling without much effort. "Thank you, Steven. You've become much better at praising me than yesterday!" His azure eyes lit up and he nodded enthusiastically, not realizing that I was teasing him. From under his arm, he pulled out the newest edition of an international business magazine. Flipping to a specific page, he offered it to me, visibly excited.

Clear confusion in his voice. “Which was a lie. Because the Book of Rebirth doesn’t bring back Naa’ra. It will awaken Yiwei. The twin God of the Creator. He is End. If Yiwei awakes, creation will collapse and it will be the end of us all. Because Yiwei’s vessel is in heaven and his soul is trapped inside the Book of Rebirth, only a sin that devours anything, which is gluttony can open the book. That is why it chose you.” It was Zadkiel who answered. He just arrived together with Jophiel and Greed. “Let us now go to hell Master. For we received a message the heaven is under attack and the other packs too. Even Casa Del Fierro, but the Casa and your family and people are okay because the elder

Vennessa’s breath hitched slightly. ​But it wasn't because of the watch. ​Resting right beside the velvet casing was a cream-colored card. Written across it in elegant, sweeping calligraphy was a handwritten note. ​Vennessa picked it up, her eyes scanning the words: ​Found this in the cabin ledger, Ry. It brought back so many beautiful memories of us. Can't wait to work with you on the Sinclair-Hayes merger. ​Yours, Elaine. ​The warmth in the penthouse suddenly felt ice-cold. Vennessa stared at the name Elaine, the letters blurring before her eyes. The Sinclair-Hayes merger?

The letter came on a Tuesday morning. Lihua never liked Tuesdays because she felt it was the day when the universe liked to shake things up, right when you finally had your week steady. It wore the Tiancang Sect’s vermillion crane—wings wide, painted with that almost arrogant elegance that only people wielding real power ever bother with. And it had both their names there on the front. No pretending this was just for him.

" He was surprised. Walter and Barry gulped. Was that really the Book of Life and Death? "Open it and have a look." Black White placed it on Chase's hand and turned to face his back against everyone after that. Chase opened the book suspiciously. A great Divine Order's aura hit him. He would not be able to read the words in the book if he did not channel vital energy. He could not stop channeling vital energy while reading the book, as it was like fighting a supreme powerhouse. Name: Chase Collins Ancestry: The First Heaven Race: Human

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.

The last letter still rested at his chest, and his hand was trembling in a vain attempt to dispose of it. "I don’t care whether I have to pull every door that hangs under this world and the next. I don’t care whether the stars might refuse me or the gods might spit in my eyes.” His voice shook just once. “I would not rest until I brought her home.” That night, the skies opened. A quiet storm. Not of rain, but of starlight. Meteor trails danced across the heavens, thousands of falling lights. Some said it was a blessing. That Azaria’s magic had risen into the cosmos and was painting the sky one last time.

She had even tried to get his tray of food for him, but he drew the line there. He was injured, not comatose. James sighed and studied the bright stars as he stepped out of the wooded path onto the parking lot. They looked like thousands of fireflies caught in a jet-black blanket. Beautiful, really. How comforting it was to know that a divine being did in fact create all of it. Even if the truth was different from what he was taught in Sunday school as a child, knowing that everything was not pure, random chance, seemed to provide a sense of peace to his mind.

It will remain a mystery to me unless I dare ask Sky about them. “Uhm…” I tapped the shoulder of the driver. “Just stop the car there. Thank you,” I said, pointing to Heaven Avenue street signage. When he stopped, I gave him the bill inserted in the book. “Keep the change.” “Thank you,” The taxi driver smiled, taking the money from me.

I miss you, mom and I love you. ************************************************************* Author's Note. Hi friends, Here is the final chapter of Love Like Heaven, and with that, my second story has come to an end. I hoped you all like it. I want to thank each and every one of you who took the time out to read my story.