True Stories Heaven Novels & Stories

Her eyes never fluttered away from the dark forest. She wanted to know more, she wanted to explore, see, and touch the black soil which held secrets. But she could not. They say the devil himself resides within the dense never-ending woods of that forest. Men and Women were sacrificed for their evil deeds to the god of death over the board. Stripped of their humanity and taken to hell by the evil. She felt her body shiver, the sacrifice of a villager she once saw while young. She could not imagine the pain of the people.

The park lights flickered on, casting a warm glow over us as we sat there, a tableau of a family that had been through hell and back. The whispers grew quieter as we made our way to the car, Erwin chattering away about the adventures we’d had, about the treasures we’d found and battles we’d won. And maybe, just maybe, some of the onlookers had seen more than a scandal today—maybe they'd seen a glimpse of the truth that we were fighting for. A truth that was messy and complicated and beautiful, just like us. As we drove home, the silence in the car was filled with the gentle snores of our little hero, tuckered out from his grand escapade. Carlisle reached over and took my hand, giving it a sq

They were still contemplating it when the doctor came out; he hesitantly delivered the newsletter of the tragic demise of Mariah. Stella fainted on the spot. It could never be true; her best friend couldn't be dead; she desperately wished for a miracle that never happened, and even when she woke up, Mariah was still very dead. She cried her eyes out with the memories of the good times they had shared. A few minutes later, Abraham joined them at the hospital as the news of Mariah and her husband's death spread around town; Abraham’s aged eyes had sunken. Obviously, he had cried a lot, but he pretended to be okay just to console Stella, who was still in disbelief.

I looked regretfully at the balloon floating away gently in the sky. What a pity, I hadn't finished writing my wish. Henry touched my head. Without needing me to speak, he turned around to buy another balloon for me. I gazed at his back and smiled from the bottom of my heart. Henry, I made three wishes. First, I wished for world peace with no more wars. Second, I wished for a world free from diseases, and for the well-being and happiness of humanity. The last wish was for you, the very best you could have, a life you truly wanted, and not one trapped by me.

Chills run down my spine, and I banish that thought as it comes through. “Those are omens of something to come very soon. Someone tampered with time, and when they did they altered more than just what they came to do. They stirred something or someone residing in the earth itself.” She smiles, looking around with a satisfied look. “Are you just going to be vague about it?” Balder asks, raising an eyebrow. “You kinda remind me of someone who also liked to be vague all the time. Please do not copy her.” He begs. “We have residents in slumber within the earth. People born of hellfire, who rule over the underworld.” People gasp. “Yes, hell is real people. And someone has disturbed someone or som

Alex seized my hand, his burning palm damp with perspiration. "Em, three months ago, her grandmother was dying. She was desperate when she begged me for help. "That night, I'd just finished entertaining clients, and I'd had too much to drink. I never imagined… "But you can relax, she'll never be welcomed into the Carter family. Your position is secure." The hospital room door suddenly burst open, and Brooke appeared, wearing an oversized hospital gown. She collapsed to her knees before me, tears flowing freely. "Ms. Shaw, please let the babies live! I want nothing else!"

He said to me "Did you know that if you self harm, there's no chance you will go to heaven. A dead man chant serve the creator Aydan you should know that. If you kill a man, you can always turn your life around and there's a possibility you will go to heaven. So take your pick." I said to him "How does religion falls under what we were just talking about?" He asked confused

Kaiser focused his attention towards the light at the end of the tunnel-like cell, trying not to get distracted by the figures humping and twisting, groaning with lust. After all, he’s still a man… a weaker one in temptation. He cleared his throat when he reached the end of the entrance. Now, he stood facing the place they call the tabernacle. It’s basically a house of worship. Nevertheless, instead of God, Himself, it was Mr. Hunt whom they worship as they believe the man spoke the words of the gospel and salvation. They do not have the slightest idea that they were only experimental subjects for his wicked plans to enter the other realm.

Then, I paused and leaned in, whispering in a voice that only the two of us could hear, "Besides… Did you forget what you did when you came to see me overseas? Do you need a reminder on what you two did right next to me while I was sleeping?" His body started to tremble uncontrollably at my words, but I wasn't done yet. "Tanya's already dead, Terrence," I said. "You killed her." His body went stiff, and the light in his eyes was snuffed out. Then, as if all the strength had been drawn out of his bones and sinew, he knelt onto the ground, his kneecaps hitting the cold cobblestone with a heavy thud. I wasn't bothered looking at him anymore, walking past him and helping Steven to his feet.

"What is it? " he asks finally looking down at me. "Its... What is this? " I finally ask running my fingers over the scar Madre inflicted in me the day I got to the mansion with the hot metal. I watch a bitter smile crawl up his perfect face. "It's a name," he replies, and my brows furrow in confusion. "Name? " I ask. "The bible says we all have stones that would be given to us in heaven after death and on those stones lay our real names. Our heavenly names.