Stranger Than Heaven Novels & Stories

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."

Heavens stares at me, her eyes shifting from my face to my body. Is she checking me out? No way, I'm overthinking. "What are you two losers doing here? In case you didn't know, this is a party for popular people." Heaven says, circling her hand in motion to the people around us. "Really? So then where are they?" I ask, looking around. I hear a snicker from behind me and I then around to see.... Jay? What is he doing here?? "Whatever, just because I don't feel like dealing with you I'll let you be here just this once." Heaven replies.

“This is not about him. This is about our sisterly relationship.” “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m the one who slept with a stranger and refused to take a morning-after pill. And that wasn’t on purpose. I had slept with Zion a couple of times and I didn’t get pregnant. I thought I wasn’t a very fertile lady so a night with a stranger without protection was probably nothing. But it’s cool. I can’t imagine living a life without Ryan in it. He is my greatest blessing of all.” “The stranger’s sperm was definitely stronger than Zion’s own.”

I call again and this time he answers. "Yes?" Comes in an inpatient voice. At the sound of his voice I grin like an idiot, slump on the bed with the phone still pressed to my ear. "Hello?" He says irritatedly and I remember I have to say something otherwise he will hang up. "Hi, it's me." I say, not caring that I sound like the biggest idiot on the planet. "You who?" He sounds annoyed but I know he knows who exactly he's talking to. "Sky, it's me Heaven and you know it."

Daniel__ I pulled up to a small apartment building in my sleek black Escalade. It was quiet and a bit cold. Heaven had texted me her address after our call, her voice still echoing in my mind—soft, a little breathless, like she was trying to play it cool but failing adorably. I'd lost my wallet at that upscale restaurant, Mosaic Cuisine, but honestly, I left it there intentionally. She was too stunning for me to overlook: long dark hair falling over her shoulders and those wide blue eyes that sparkled with innocence. Her uniform hugged her curves just right, rev the soft, full breasts and rounded hips. I couldn't stop imagining my hands spanking that round ass.

The band plays smoothly as Clay started to sing. “Please, someone in heaven, please tell me, what is this kind of scenario? Is this what people call love? Right? I’ve never experienced this before, as I am new to it and somehow, I am a stranger to such. Is this love? I am trembling and out of control. My heart is shaken, I somehow do not know what to do. Who has said that this is love? Can you explain every detail? Of this thing called love? And if this is love, please tell me what you fee, at least, I can make our love happen. This is unexpected, my heart still isn’t so sure about how to start loving. I’ve never known about how real love is supposed to be, until the day you existed. A cold-

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”

"What the fuck just happened?" Ingrid blinks. Her eyes are blue-white and aglow. Mine are hot gold. "I think we just bonded." "No shit," I gasp. There is applause. One slow clap. Another. My head snaps up. There's a person standing beside the archway. My blood runs cold. It isn't Corven. "Incredible," the stranger says. His face is hidden behind a black hood. "Two daughters of flame and dream. The veil's worst nightmare." I slowly rise, placing myself between Ingrid and the stranger.

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

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.