Ticket To Heaven Bl Novels & Stories

"Mr. Hayes has approved an additional structural expansion budget for Cole PR. The funds have already been cleared. Furthermore, he expects you to attend the annual Horizon Gala next weekend alone. He will join you digitally via a pre-recorded statement for the investors, but your presence is required to maintain the narrative of your active involvement in his philanthropic sectors." ​Vennessa looked down at the documents. More money. More contracts. More gilded cages. He was trying to buy his way out of the vulnerability he had shown her. He was trying to push her back into her box as a paid asset. ​"Tell him I received the terms," Vennessa said softly, her fingers tightening around the edg

“Of course.” He lowered his voice. “I happen to have a few tickets of my own that I don’t mind giving to you… for a small f*e of course.” “How much are the tickets? For the three of us?” “Well,” he looked me over, from top to bottom, a sly grin coming over his face. “‘pends on the kinds of seats you want. Premium or balcony?” Balcony didn’t sound too comfortable, so I said, “premium.” “That’ll be a hundred and fifty bucks per head.” He said, flipping open a tiny book with his index finger after touching lightly wetting it with his tongue. “So, four hundred and fifty for the three of you.”

The scalper patted his chest and said, “Honestly, I’m the one who sells tickets at all the music shows in Central City. I don’t only sell at your new variety show that isn’t famous, I even sell tickets for ‘I Am the Best Singer’ that’s the all-time champion in ratings.” Thomas became interested and asked inquisitively, “How much do you sell your tickets for?” The scalper took out two tickets. “There are two types of tickets. The first one is a basic ticket, and it’s $500 per ticket. If you buy this, you can participate in the audition fairly. It’s suitable for professional candidates who are good-looking and skillful. The second type is the high-end ticket, and it’s $2,000 per ticket. If you

I asked. “I lost a bet okay? It’s twenty billion. And obviously, we don’t have such money so—“ “Hold on.” I said, cutting him off abruptly. “Twenty billion? Twenty fucking billion?!” “Yes. Look, it’s not a big deal. Besides, it was my inheritance. I just lost and placed you as the collateral so they’ll be coming over to get you tonight.” He said so nonchalantly. “How could you?!” I asked, raising my voice at him. “You gambled away your inheritance and used me as collateral?! What the fuck is your problem, Kevin?!”

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

That, or I’ll be dead. Savannah’s sweet smile flashes through my mind. I’m doing something she’d be proud of. It’s been a long time. I don’t actually believe in heaven or hell but there is a sense within me that in this vast universe there’s something more out there. Savannah died but her light never faded. She would have made a great mom. I pull up to the house, cut the engine, and take a deep breath. It’s time to save a little girl.

That, or I'll be dead. Savannah's sweet smile flashes through my mind. I'm doing something she'd be proud of. It's been a long time. I don't actually believe in heaven or hell but there is a sense within me that in this vast universe there's something more out there. Savannah died but her light never faded. She would have made a great mom. I pull up to the house, cut the engine, and take a deep breath. It's time to save a little girl.

“Blue stays with me…… D” His face turned a violent shade of red. Blue Horizon was his ticket to the dream life. He'd boasted about owning it to everyone, and now he was about to lose it. His fists clenched at his sides. "I'm sure we can wait till after the month's tour", he muttered through gritted teeth. He didn't want to lose out on the revenue from the month's tour. He could barely hide his frustration. Blue Horizon was scheduled for a month-long tour by the president for a campaign. The estimated revenue was in millions.

He really is a fucking ghost, and he fully plans to do as the dead-woman possessing my mother warned: leave his current vessel to drop dead and rot and move on to his selected, supernaturally strengthened new host… I shiver, eyes on the church doors, and hand never leaving my revolver. “There will be others, like Father Jost and the best of our students, those strongest in faith, to lead this congregation. Remember, brothers and sisters, that death is not the end for those of us who are God’s beloved chosen.” I can straight-up feel that sickening, fake, benevolent smile he no doubt gives as he speaks those words. “We will meet again, whether on this plane, or in paradise. Keep vigilant for t