Stranger Than Heaven Novels & Stories

While licking the ice cream he picked the call " Hello! yes, mom, What happened? wait there is distortion in the call, I'll call you back. Grace was facing weak signals. She came out of the car to call her mother. Sarah was looking at the window screen, enjoying her ice cream. Grace was standing quite a distance under a tree. "Hello my beauty" someone said at the window so closely that her breath was making steam at the window. Sarah jumped in peril. she dropped some ice cream on her dress. At the window, there was a beautiful woman, face full of makeup, bright glittery eyes. dark red lipstick, blond hair tightened to form a messy bun and a fancy dress. she was not a woman neither a man, On

A soothing balm for her anger. And at the pulpit, toward the front, another stranger, a skinny young man with hair the color of orange flame and hands paler than her whitest whites, fiddled with something or other—papers, probably—his back to her. Behind him, on the wall above, a life-sized Christ hung on a crucifix. She closed her eyes. Pushed the image of Him away with a whispered . . . “Heavenly Father, allow Your Son Jesus to come now with the Holy Spirit, the Blessed Virgin Mary, the holy angels and the saints—”

Curiosity punched into her system, and she called, “Who are you? Do you live nearby? And what are you doing here at this hour?” “He’s coming for you… too,” the stranger said without turning to face Heather. “Who?” “He’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too. And this time, he’ll not leave. He’ll eat, he’ll roast, and you’ll cry and die,” the stranger chuckled, a maddening noise that reverberated. Heather covered her ears, afraid if she listened anymore, she’ll consider herself a demented cow.

He smiled and quickly went to the hospital. ….. She was sitting infront the hospital window and looking outside but her mind was far away. Tears fall down to her pinkish cheeks when he remembered what Jack had done to her. She almost died because of what they did to her. Thanks to that stranger who helped her. “Murderer! I will do everything to revenge you. You have to pay for what you did to me and my future child.” She whispered to herself with anger in her eyes. At that moment, a deep and elegant male voice appeared from the door.

Heaven I woke up to the sound of yelling, the echoes of heated voices reaching my room like an ominous prelude to an unforeseen chapter. Instinctively, I rushed downstairs to find a young man in the midst of an intense confrontation with my father. Their voices clashed like thunder in the otherwise serene atmosphere of our home. My father, calm and composed, attempted to reason with the stranger, but the young man's rudeness only fueled the tension in the room. The air crackled with an unsettling energy as I stepped forward, a surge of protectiveness coursing through me.

"Please do tell, who are you, Ma'am?" "I am your friend!" The woman's voice increased, almost screaming. "I don't remember." "Oh, please. It's me, Hanna, Hanna Banks." And the moment that name left the stranger's mouth, Nevea had the urge to strangle that woman to death. What friend, Hanna was no friend of hers. That devil incarnation was one of her nightmares in the Vuyshire.

Eve shakes her head making me worry but she says, "I mean he's okay. He and Bob met and they were in the safe place but everything there was all red. It was like they were in a garden but all red." "That's no ordinary place," Elphaba commented. Eve nodded, "Exactly. It seems like Esther's paradise." Esther and I's eyes met. But Elphaba spoke, "Esther's paradise appeared when she was born. Dollera has nothing like this." Aunt Narniah and Elphaba's met. But I, breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Art was surely safe. "Unless..." Eve trailed off. "Unless?" Sarah asked obviously guessing what Eve meant.

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

Anisel released his grip and so did I. “He has to be right. I saw two people walking around here before. It has to be them.” The stranger said. I wanted to ask questions until I studied Anisel’s face as he focused on the conversation. Something was up. “Those bastards have been dodging me for years. It’s time to finish what they have started. Either pay me 20,000£ or get the crown. Plain and simple.” Anisel makes an unrecognizable sound. He was scaring me like he knew what they were referring to. I cling to his arm not knowing what to do. He sensed my fear and held me to calm my nerves. With a sigh, we continue to listen.

Heaven isn't ready for this, yet. I rose and quickly headed to the bathroom. I shook my head knowing that I'm slowly running mad over my wife. *.*.*.*.*.*. I woke up alone in my bed. I sat upright with a sigh. For years, I've waited for Heaven to wake up. Waited to feel her warmth on my bed, taste her luscious lips, worship her like the queen she is to me. But she sees me as nothing but a stranger. ‘No, I need to do something to get closer to her.’