Under Heaven Novel Novels & Stories

He answered right away as he swiped his finger on the wetness in my thigh before licking it. "You’d never been to heaven. Should I take that as an insult?" "They say heaven could be anywhere and is one of the best places in the universe. Incomparable. I’ve never seen that place, but I want to believe I just tasted it." I opened my mouth to say something just to shut it. My brain froze. I was half naked in front of a demon. My legs were still spread open while my juices were trailing down my thighs and yet, he was talking about heaven.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

asked Cynthia . " You aren't your soul is ." said the crown softly . " Am ...I ...Am i dead , is this heaven ." asked Cynthia fearfully . She can't be dead , she didn't want to be dead , she wanted to stay there , she didn't want to die too young , she had to live her life .It was just a week before that she started enjoying her life . " You aren't dead but yes this is heaven ." answered back the crown . " I ...I don't get ...anything ...What am i ?" Cynthia asked her eys filling with tears .

I turned to look at Damon, he smiled again, “Welcome to heaven. Leave your shoes at the door.” I cracked a smile at his joke and took my shoes off. He took his sneakers off and pushed the door open and pressed a hand on my back, making me feel his warmth and shoved me inside, gently. “Careful.” He said, “There are stairs.” Cool softness was beneath my feet but it was all but forgotten when my eyes took a notice of what was inside. Heaven, Damon had said. I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. Heaven. How could a heaven exist in this hell?

The absence of barriers felt deliciously naughty as his warm hands followed the smooth contours of her hips, to mould her buttocks. Gabriel continued his exploration, until he knelt in reverence at her feet, his fingers curling around her heels. His hands and eyes stroked the length of her legs, lingering halfway up her thighs. Desperate for him to continue his journey upward, she knew he wouldn't do that until Nick was there with them. Gabriel slid his hands back over her smooth calves to her ankles, where he seemed captivated by the edge of the shoe around her foot.

King Raleigh slowly opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling above him. His head was throbbing in pain. He remembered falling down from the cliff and knew he was about to die. He was definitely not in his royal palace and obviously not in his bed but he still felt that he was lying above a soft thing. Wait!! Did he really die? What was this fluffy thing under him? Was he sleeping on clouds? It meant that he went to heaven instead of hell. He was crying in tears of happiness knowing he wouldn't have to burn in hell.

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

He walked around the table slowly, and I felt myself go still the way prey still goes. "Let me be clear," he said, leaning down, both hands flat on the table. "If not for the privilege our sister has given you, you would not be standing on this floor. You would not be sitting in that chair and you would not be allowed anywhere near this building. Every bit of access you have right now exists because she permitted it. Not us but her." I sat there thinking about the meeting with Seraphina, how cold she'd been, how final, and some foolish part of me had still been holding onto the idea that cold was just a phase, that time would soften it, that we would find our way back to something.

Just the storm outside and the low growl of a blacked-out SUV idling at the emergency entrance. Rain lashed the windows as we climbed the coast road. The university gates appeared through the downpour—wrought iron twisted into roses and bats, glowing faintly crimson against the black cliffs. Beyond them, BludHeaven rose like a cathedral someone had carved out of midnight: spires, arched windows, stone walls that looked old enough to remember when vampires still ruled the night unchallenged. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Welcome to BludHeaven, Nico Black. Try not to die on the first night. The queens hate when their new toys break too soon.”

Because only he has the potential to lead you all to touch the essence of the heavens themselves. Sheena crossed her arms and fell silent. She was obviously sulking, After a long moment, she bit out through gritted teeth, "Grandpa, what exactly is this 'heaven's way' you keep talking about? You keep emphasizing this mystical concept and connecting it to Andrew, but isn't everything in this world determined by human effort and control? "As long as I become powerful enough, when I reach that level, why should I fear going against heaven itself?" Donovan nodded, then shook his head. "Going against heaven certainly requires great determination and courage. It's truly inspiring. And yes, you coul