Ticket To Heaven Bl Novels & Stories

"All that black and those sunglasses—are you trying to audition for a Bond villain?" His lips twitched, almost a smile. Almost. "Less talking, Mrs. Creek." The car lurched forward, taking off behind Aidan's Tesla. Mrs. Creek?" I echoed, blinking. The name sounded so foreign, so wrong. I sighed, leaning back in my seat. The fight had been sucked out of me, leaving only the hollow ache of exhaustion. Memories of my parents flickered through my mind unbidden. If they were still alive, none of this would be happening.

"Can I get a pack of Marlboro Reds?" The cashier couldn't have been much older than Tatum, but she gave him a smile that was years beyond her age and slid them across the counter with a wink. "Are you a member of Heaven Hill?" He'd met many girls like this over the years, and right now, he didn't have the patience. "I am, but trust me, sweetheart; all of us are men who want a woman with a little more experience and age than what you have." He slid a ten-dollar bill across the counter toward her, walking away without waiting for his change.

Michal smiled, she was happy she still had Hammed and Lekky with her, they've been through so much together but they were still with each other. Smiling In Heaven Song; VERSE 1: Everyday of my life, I think so much about my lost love. Are you on your way to heaven? I wanna know I’m just curious. Or are you there already? Let me know it’s getting too long. What you going through where you are? Can the new faces over there make you smile? Are there strangers that you don’t even know?

Looked squeaky clean—just work stuff. But my gut said nah. So I checked his bank records. Boom. Transfers to Sabrina. $999. $1,430. And a bunch more. My chest tightened. He was cheating. I stared at the screen—our smiling faces felt like a sick joke. Derrick, the guy who used to act like I was his whole world, had betrayed me. I met Derrick when I was seventeen. My parents had just died, and some relatives dragged me up to Granton City.

He tells me. “Yes, I’m ready whenever you are. Thanks for doing all of this.” “You're welcome.” He replies, then leaves. Not long after, we’re on our way to the airport. My jaw drops and my discomfort increases when I realize that we’re flying in an expensive private jet. I'm too embarrassed to ask Nathan if the jet is his or my family’s, so I just settle down, try to enjoy the ride, and convince myself that my family will not think I'm a complete loser.

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?

"The real show is about to start, folks. Keep your eyes on the big screen." His fingers hovered over a red button. I rushed toward him, tried to grab his arm, but my hands passed right through him like smoke. "Stop! Don't press it! I'm already dead! Please stop torturing what's left of me!" But no one could hear my voice. No one could see my tears. Dad's finger came down.

It was clear this wasn't quite the response he expected, and his lips trembled slightly but he didn't speak. Reaching into his inner pocket, he dug out a Patek Phillip pocket watch, before robotically placing it on the velvet mat. "It… Stopped moving…" His voice was even lower than before. Reaching for the pocket watch, I flipped open the back with practiced ease, before checking closely with the magnifying glass. The dial was exquisite, and on the inside of the case were two tiny letters, 'TR', standing for Tanya Reeds. This was the first expensive birthday gift he'd ever gifted me.

Even if he threatened to set Morgan constructions on flames or sell the stocks off bit by bit, I AM GOING. With an audible scoff, I picked up the black envelope flipping the fly open. “What this?” I peered at the contents and froze, unsure of what I was seeing. I blinked repeatedly, bringing them out. Immediately recognize the electric blue guitar logo, these were… “Concert tickets?” I finished my thoughts out loud. Not just any tickets but JBK concert, the same one happening tonight, but the quality was… different, my eyes dropped to the bottom. “VIPs???” my hands shook along with my voice. There were four of them. “Oh my God, Oh my God! Where did you get this?!” I exclaimed.

she said, shaking her head. Heaven shrugged and picked up her whiskey glass, twirling the liquid before taking a small sip. "So, who is this husband of yours? What’s his name?" "It’s Tavian Crowne." Heaven, who had been mid-sip, suddenly choked. She began to cough violently, slamming the glass down and tapping her chest repeatedly to catch her breath. Worried, Isabella started to stand up, but Heaven stopped her with a wave of her hand. "Tavian Crowne? Do you know what you’re saying?" Heaven gasped.