Stranger Than Heaven Novels & Stories

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.’

Yes, they could be close, but for starters it was better to be safe. "Alright. You're right. Because I am too." The man who was once known as a neighborhood thug was also desperately trying to cover up that image of himself. Arthur patted the shoulder of the person who once wanted to hit him but now turned into his close friend. They soon entered and waved goodbye as the helicopter took to the air. Hayle gasped in shock, awakened from her deliciously deep sleep by the riotous movement going on above her bed. "Hah! Kyaa! Jax!" shouted Hayle who didn't even have time to catch her breath. Seeing how the horrible picture before her eyes.

Via exclaimed, stepping back quickly. The woman looked her up and down, a small, tight-lipped smile forming. "No problem," she said smoothly, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Are you one of the new team members?" "Yes, I am," Via replied politely. "I'm Olivia Hansen. And you are?" "Stacey Evans," the woman said, extending a perfectly manicured hand. "I'm an old family friend of Raizen's." Via shook her hand, feeling a bit of tension in the air. "Nice to meet you."

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 director pointed his gun at him, but the stranger seemed unfazed by his charade. “Did Diane send you?” “It is an insult if you think I work for that delinquent wench” The stranger's deep voice said; he sat on the couch by the door and removed his disguise. To his surprise, it was none other than his long-term friend Mr Smith. His heart skipped a beat; he had assumed he was dead in the car crash, but when Diane Donaldson returned to town, he had his suspicions. “You look like you are really on the verge of death, old friend”, the director said bluntly.

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

Luna and Grayson turned to face the small gathering as Helena stood, prepared to give a toast. "I'm not good at emotional speeches," Helena began, "but Luna and Grayson have inspired me to try. Six months ago, we were strangers brought together by tragedy and secrets. Luna had just discovered she had sisters. Grayson was uncovering the truth about his family's crimes. I was consumed with revenge."

I said. “Where? Should I drive you?” he asked. I snapped my head at him. “Why? You're bored and looking for a plaything to pass the time with?” I asked harshly. His brows creased. “What?” “Listen, Aaron, you don't like me, I get it, stop confusing me. One minute you're nice, the next minute you're shouting at me. Sometimes you make me feel like we are buddies and other times, you remind me that we are nothing but strangers to each other”

"Can't… Can't we just talk…?" I raised my head again, giving him the same type of smile someone would when they were in customer service. "Sir, I only discuss business during work hours." I emphasized the word 'sir' heavily. "Besides, we're strangers." He visibly froze on the spot, the blood draining from his face as he paled considerably. Just then, the windchime rang again, and Steven walked in with two ice cream cones, shouting in his clumsy English, "Got pistachio, Serena! I waited for half an hour!"

“You see? She is already between worlds.” Zevarion moved toward her. A black barrier rose between them. He struck it with his sword. The impact shook the chamber. “Don’t touch her!” The stranger watched him calmly. “You said the same thing before.” Zevarion froze. “What?” “In the future that died.” The stranger lifted his hand. A vision appeared behind him. A city burning beneath a black moon. The sky was torn open. People ran through the streets while silver shadows hunted them. At the center of the destruction stood Zevarion.