The Heaven's List Novels & Stories

Boyoung said as she looked deep into Shawn's eyes. ♩ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♩ Oh, oh, I I hope you're dancing in the sky And I hope you're singing in the angel's choir And I hope the angels know what they have I'll bet it's so nice up in heaven since you arrived So tell me, what do you do up in heaven? Are your days filled with love and light? Is there music? Is there art and adventure? Tell me are you happy? Are you more alive?

he had stated, and Loss didn't want to stoop to that level. As they kept moving inward, Loss hid between some columns, trying to regain his breathing. He wasn't use to so much light, and his vision swam. Heaven is a mixture of a discoball, and strobelight, he thought, watching as their allies gathered forth. Again, Loss scanned the area, searching for Josie, and he disappeared then reappeared, feeling like each time he had slowed. He couldn't move as quick and freely within the folds of Heaven. It wasn't his home, and he felt so exposed.

She sighed then her gaze shifted to my arm. "What happened to your arm?" Annah points at my left arm that's wrapped in a casket. "Don't worry about it." She eyes me for a second then lets it go knowing that I'll be fine. "Anyway, back to business." Annah is an arms dealer, her company is one of the best companies out there they call themselves 'The Caters' She does dirty work here and there but she knows how to cover up her tracks

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.

Ngunit sa kahandaan n’ya sa pagdating ng araw na ‘yon, ay nakakilala s’ya ng isang istrangherong walang paki-alam sa buhay ng iba – ang lalaking seryoso, tahimik, walang kaibigan, at kailanman ay hindi makitaan ng ngiti sa kan’yang mga labi. Sa pag-krus ng kanilang mga landas, matulungan kaya si Isabela ng isang matamlay na istranghero na matupad ang lahat ng nasa Dying List n’ya? O s’ya ang tutulong dito, para makita nito ang makulay na buhay sa mundong kanilang tinatapakan.

It’s possible to see the person behind me with that height. There’s nobody behind me. I awkwardly looked back at him before pointing to myself. “Me?” I asked nervously. What if he’s a part of a syndicate who abducts high school girls then rapes them before killing them and throwing them to the Han River afterwards? I mean, yes, he’s handsome but don’t bad guys nowadays look so angelic? He gave me a look and nodded. “Do you see anyone else around?” He asked me and I shook my head. “Then, take it.” He spoke. “It shields a lot more rain than your precious books.”

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.

"Look! There's a manifestation rippling across the main gate!" Aria stood nearby, staring up at those four words. That strange sense of familiarity washed over her again. Beside her, Landon's eyes darkened. Nobody else would dare name a place like that. She was the only one who would possibly do such a thing. "I was the one who wrote that name, Ms. Carver." Gurion stood off to the side, sounding a little proud. "Back then, you kept telling me Heaven's existence was pointless. You said it never did anything except force ordinary people to follow its rules and punish anyone who stepped out of line.

STEELE & CHRISTINE Travis Steele, resident tech geek of the Heaven Hill MC rolled his head on his shoulders, hoping to loosen the tension he felt in his neck. People were driving him insane. Two days before Christmas and all of the guys were trying to surprise their wives, which meant he was keeping tabs on people more than usual. When really the only person he wanted to be keeping tabs on was his own wife. He looked down at his cell phone, sitting beside his mouse and saw he had a message from her.

Allison asked urgently. “Wha… What’s with all the strange questions?” Matthew said, completely confused. “Please just answer my question,” Allison said imploringly, looking at him with pleading eyes. “I need to know.” “Uh… I’m sorry, Lise,” Matthew said helplessly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. There is no Miracle Well in Rosenburg.”