This Could Be Heaven Or Hell Novels & Stories

If it remains open, you can always be in different places, but still trapped in not knowing where to set your own way. Either way takes you to a significant and a memorable distinction between living in hell and dying in heaven. These doors are for you to choose. Take your time in deciding whether or not you'd still like to continue. If you do not choose any of these, you will still be trapped in never finding out which one you're meant to be in. There's no need to rush things to make every bit of time go by swiftly. "savourer le moment" (Savor the moment)

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

Kate did not mind the system's awkwardness as she crouched down on the ground gently and poked the glass, confirming her doubts that it was really 'real'. Her lips opened as she asked once again, and her eyes were very quiet. "Then is this the heaven that they were talking about? Or..." Kate paused, her dark eyes flickering once again before she asked, "Is this the hell that they were talking about?" Kate's tone was very gentle, not flirtatious at all, even if she said those words. It was as if she did not care whether she was put in heaven or even hell. Well... In her years of writing some unspeakable things, it seemed that she was not suitable to go to heaven. No matter how gentle she is.

I love you, Gabriel. Christ, who was that? Shit, was that the man tattoed on his chest was he gay? He thought about that man. He was there, this man, he was in the corner of his mind, a bright sunny corner. Gabriel decided that he felt better thinking about this man. The man was laughing, but Gabe didn't know his name. Where was he, what surrounded him? Seats, hundreds of them, but that was all he could see in his mind's eye. Leave it for now, start looking for a way out. The best thing he found in the fridge was sixteen bottles of Peroni and food, Fucking marvellous at least he wouldn't die starving.

He can’t go anywhere, not with how fortified this place is. Escaping from here is only a pipedream. With that conviction, Brandon pretends not to notice the lesser demon’s critical gaze. And so the barrage of questions continue, each one trying to outsmart the other, like a typical game of chess. “How can one go to Hell?” Llearth chokes on his non-existent saliva. “A-and why would you wanna go to Hell? Most humans want to go to Heaven!” he shutters and stares at the half demon like one would stare at an alien from outer space.

What in heaven is happening here? The man holding the glass turns and consumes the entire amount of crimson liquid in one go. My whole life, I was wrong. There is no such thing as heaven, and I am in hell. Or perhaps in a dream. I must be hallucinating! These types of things only happen in dreams. I need to get up! No more! "Please, let me go," I manage to say with a trembling voice. It doesn't even sound like my own. I don't feel like myself. "I want to go home!"

“Since you’re so capable, can’t you save yourself?” “You demons should go to hell!” He cursed her in a soft and weak voice. ‘Judging from the current situation, he’s the one who’s going to hell soon, isn’t he?’ Rhea did not care much about curses and shrugged. “I don’t mind. I would love to see what it’s like in hell since our world is already screwed. Haven’t you heard? Hell is empty, and all devils are here!” She giggled. “We might as well cleanse the world and let nature choose who to bring to hell. How’s that?”

He sat down next to me and looked at the sky for a moment. "You know, Crusher, some people think they're going to heaven. Do you believe in that kind of thing?" I found that question very strange. "What happened, Sugar?" I asked, feeling nervous. "Oh, my boy, I'm just having a conversation with you." He gave that icy smile again. "Tell me, come on, do you believe in heaven and hell?" "Look around you, Sugar. If hell exists, it's this place!" I answered impatiently. "You're right about that. This place is hell!" He sighed. "And who rules in hell? The Devil!"

About what it could mean. Either the beginning of the end. Or the end of us.

The song's making me feel so great about myself as the sexy beat echoes through the entire room loudly. "I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell..."