Stranger Than Heaven Novels & Stories

“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.

Time's up. No sooner had the words left my mouth than a stir echoed down the hallway. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, faces etched with a mix of terror and reverence. The deliberate click of high heels grew louder, each step resonating like a heartbeat through the throng. A team of bodyguards in black swiftly took charge, pushing back the onlookers with their phones at the ready. A statuesque silhouette framed the doorway, her black business attire cut with precision, her hair swept up in an elegant twist. Her features echoed Jennifer's, but where Jennifer held a flicker of warmth, this woman radiated a commanding chill that seemed to pierce the very air.

The end of a journey every civilization had been attempting in their own flawed way. And somehow— He chose to remain human. The stranger looked up at the sky again. His smile disappeared completely. "Unfortunately..." The atmosphere trembled. The gateways darkened. The shadow beyond them moved again. Larger now. Closer. Hungrier. "...it's coming." The Endwalker closed its eyes. The First Hunger tightened its claws. The Sovereign rose higher into the air. And for the first time since arriving— The mysterious stranger looked genuinely serious. "It found the path."

The stranger finished his sentence. "...when nobody remembers them." Suddenly— A slow clap echoed across the hall. One... Two... Three. The sound came from the highest platform overlooking the endless candles. A lone figure sat upon a throne carved entirely from ancient books. His face remained hidden beneath a smooth white mask. Unlike every mask Adrian had seen before... This one had no eyes. No mouth. Nothing. Only perfect white stone. The stranger lowered his head. "He has arrived." Adrian stared upward. "Is he..."

"No." The answer shocked everyone. "No?" The stranger pointed upward. The golden beacon. "That's Architect Seven." The beacon suddenly changed shape. The entire sky opened. And everyone saw it. Not a machine. Not a city. Not a ship. A giant. A being larger than galaxies. Sleeping within golden light. Its eyes closed. Its body surrounded by ancient symbols. A titan. An Architect. The sight stole everyone's breath. The stranger folded their arms. "Seven's always been dramatic."

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

I will really fall down. "You're not looking at what you're stepping on," he told me "I don't know, sorry" "Yeah, so you'll look" We went back to our place before it was getting dark, little by little the stars also appeared. "There's a shooting star oh! close you eyes and wish" I said I closed my eyes then wished. "Do you believe in that? But not in love?" "There's no way to believe, is there? Shut up there" "You know, these are my happy pills" he said seriously and looked at me

Then, she found herself in El Paraiso, a small town with breathtaking beauty. El Paraiso was ruled by the Saldieguez, from politics to business. Her path crossed to the CEO of Nirvana Hotel and the youngest of Saldieguez named Luther. In Paradise Club, where all fantasies happened, the two of them had an agreement—to be “Strangers with Benefits”. With Eura being a brokenhearted widow and Luther as a troublesome playboy CEO, will things work between the both of them? Will the “Strangers with Benefits” contract between them work? Because the both of them know, at the end of the day . . . they’re just strangers to each other.

The flowers are also glowing with different colors but most of them are dark. We are star-struck! We didn’t expect this to happen! We didn’t expect to see these! “Am I dead? This place, it looks like heaven.” Havoc whispered. “You seriously think this looks like heaven, you haven’t been there, idiot.” Tristan joked. I chuckled. “You’re always bad on supporting other people. You know it’s just an expression.” “I’m just spitting some facts. We also don’t know if you’ll reach heaven, Havoc. Your name alone doesn’t stand a chance up there.”

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about