True Stories Of Heaven Novels & Stories

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

she started, “I need to speak with you. It is quite important.” Kiara peered up at her and scrunched her face, trying to appear serious. The act made her giggle before she took Kiara’s hand in hers. “Did your mommy ever tell you about Heaven, Kiara?” she asked. Kiara nodded, “Uh-huh. That’s where God is and he is like our other daddy.” She answered proudly, and Amaranthe smiled again. “That’s true. God also watches over us. Everyone we love that has died is also there with him. He calls only the best angels to Heaven to be with him.” She said, knowing the direction she wanted this to head.

“This Ares’s Brave guy wanted to start another World War. He would then sit back and let the big shots fight each other. And when this is over, the Eagles pick off what’s left of them, gather a bigger army, and then head back to Everlasting End.” “It’s the Great War, not World War,” Chief Bess corrected. “And yes, that summarized everything about Heaven One. Right, Sam?” I nodded in confirmation. “Wow, when you said he had a secret base full of flying missiles, it sounds like a lair, an evil lair — he must be an evil mastermind.” “You’re kinda right, Brock,” Katie gasped in excitement. “It’s like we’re in a spy movie.” “Well, what he’s doing is evil,” Danny said. “He’s only doing it to save

One of which was probably that prophetic dream. Even though he was a businessman, he was still a painter — a creative — deep inside. He had a good imagination. There were a lot of places that one’s imagination could take you to. Things like prophetic dreams, myths, déja vú, gut instincts, and even miracles… Such mysterious things happened in the world. Usually it would be considered foolish to believe in such concepts, but as long as it didn’t harm anybody, there wasn’t anything bad about it. It was why he agreed to take Allison here in the first place. He had wanted to go on an overseas trip with her, somewhere far and luxurious, like famous beaches and vacation resorts where they could rel

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?

“Please don’t lie. No, please the truth. The girl in the story was you, right?” “Yes.” She was hesitating on telling Jina the truth but Jina pleaded so she couldn’t refuse her and told her the truth. “But how? There are no news about a massive gate like the one you mentioned. Where are you from?” The story she told Jina was incomplete she didn’t tell Jina about her coming out from a gate. And if she told her she knows that Jina will not believe her. Because a person coming out of a gate? Nothing comes out of a gate but monsters.

Rebecca got stuck with the bills and a child to raise on her own. Patrick and Nancy, spoiled by years of luxury, whined for fancy foods every single day. While Rebecca slaved away at work, they could not be bothered to watch the kid, who ended up taking a fatal tumble from the balcony. That was the last straw for Rebecca. She lost it and torched the rental place with herself, Patrick, Nancy, and all their memories inside. Not even ashes were left. When the news hit me, my heart skipped a beat, then settled down just as fast. Maybe that was always where her road was headed.

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 didn't flip it open, only reading the familiar handwriting, scribbled on the cover. "I used thirty years to learn how to love you, but only used one year to push you away. "Tanya, I wish you a life of happiness and peace." Tanya. Once in the past, that name would have dragged me down into an endless abyss, but now, looking at it didn't cause even the slightest discord in my heart. That was another life, lived by another person. In the room was a fireplace, burning bright. I stepped over and tossed the entire stack in—papers, journal, everything.

He nodded, lip quivering. "You know, once you get to heaven, you'll get all your beautiful hair back. You can eat whatever you want and not get any cavities. You can stay up as late as you wish and there are always cartoons on TV. There aren't any of these tubes or wires. And when you scrape your knee, it doesn't even hurt. God has lots of windows there where you can look out to see how your mommy and daddy are doing." As if I needed another reason to fall in love with her, there was example five-hundred and three.