V C Andrews Heaven Series Novels & Stories

Head leaned against the back of the couch, Cassandra was trying to push back the tears threatening to come out. Everything was such a mess… Her entire life was such a mess… Not to mention the life of the entire Applegate clan. The only being not touched by this entire disaster was her baby. He or she was being protected by her and Sébastien.

It only made sense that there was. More so, he had even read the Holy Bible about this God. A very interesting book. He had never prayed but he couldn't help but pray now. If there was a God, then perhaps, He would hear his prayer and save Sheila. Andrew didn't know how long he cried but he soon passed out as the next time he opened his eyes, he found himself in a place that was all white; the ceiling, the walls... It took him a while to register that he was in a hospital. And then his vision registered the familiar pair of eyes looking down at him.

Chapter 8: The Weight of Questions Even though vampires were supposed to be ancient—centuries-old predators who’d watched empires rise and fall—the four queens of BludHeaven were anomalies. Each one frozen at nineteen,They aged like humans until they hit eighteen. their bodies locked in the bloom of late adolescence while their minds carried the weight of lives far longer than their faces suggested. The school had been carved into four wings after the Integration Accords: North for Seraphina Locke’s tech-infused domain, East for Liora Kane’s shadowed artistic realm, South for Ravenna Slade’s raw kinetic territory, and West—Elara Voss’s domain—where the gothic cowgirl ruled with a drawl and a

Perhaps the same had happened between him and Nathaniel. She had tried not to pay this much attention to his behavior, but for Andrew, she was less than nothing. She remembered how in one of his countless fits of rage, her father had shouted at her that ‘she was the wrong choice’. At that moment Isabelle didn’t understand what her father meant, but now she knew it very well. Andrew Baldwin had unconsciously chosen to care for a child he had abandoned and to torment her for a lifetime. And Isabelle realized that she had loved a monster unable to feel love for anyone but himself.

My chest heaved in distress and before I can open my eyes, a gentle whisper stopped me from doing so. “Wait for me,” was his last words before I felt him go away in a lightning speed and all I heard was the rustling of the leaves and some growls and grunts which I don’t know where it’s coming from. I kept my eyes close and remember what I always do. My heart flutter and I felt my eyes getting misty as I utter a short prayer to God. “Please save me from all these scary beings, God. Bless the kind vampire with strength so he can defeat the cruel werewolves. Keep the both of us safe, please.” I silently sobbed and felt the warm liquid gushing out of my eyes.

The streetlights cast a warm, dim glow over us, stretching our shadows long across the cobblestone. He muttered the entire way, and he finally stopped walking and cleared his throat, his expression so solemn one would think he was making a sacred vow. "Serena, I learned a saying, ah… Come hell or high water, I would go… For you…" His azure irises were filled with sincerity, and though he was so clumsy that I almost laughed, I couldn't help but feel the warmth in my heart. Just as I was about to reply, a shadow barrelled out of the alleyway nearby, smashing into Steven with a punch to the side of his face and the scent of alcohol.

I take my heels off and put my legs on the dashboard, and lean back and close my eyes. *_* Andrew's POV: I run back into the forest and come face to face with him. "Hello, Andrew." He says. "Vincent." "Long time, no see." He smirks. "Why are you here?" I ask him, not beating around the bush. "I am great too. How is your human toy?" He says and his next words leave me shocked. Does he know about Ana? "What are you talking about?" "The girl your family has been spending time with. Not to mention how close you both are becoming day by day." He replies. Thank god. I think he doesn't know about her powers, otherwise he would have started with it.

VOLUME TEN: A HEAVEN HILL CHRISTMAS Author's Note: These Christmas Novella's are in no particular order – they aren't even in chronological order of the series. It's just one Christmas I picked out of every couple's lives and wrote about it. JESSICA & LAYNE

she asked softly, carefully watching Heaven's expression for any form of recognition. Heaven slowly shook her head and looked away. “That's alright, dear. You've been through so much. We're just happy you're awake,” my mother quickly reassured Heaven with a smile. “You need to rest, that's all that matters,” my grandmother said, her usual stern face softened. Father just stood quickly, watching from the sidelines. Heaven's gaze flickered to me, her brow furrowed. Was she nervous? “Okay, I think this is enough for one day. Heaven needs to take her drugs and sleep,” I walked over to Heaven's wheelchair and placed my arm by her neck to check her temperature. Sure enough, she was getting too war

Cassandra was all nonchalant that she didn't think something bad is going to happen. "You worthless bitch!" Because of so much anger, Andrew started beating her. One slap was followed by another, then another. Until Andrew can no longer stop himself. He grabbed Cassadra's hair and threw her to the corner. -End of Flashback- Meeting Carlos Mendoza once again brought up some unpleasant memories that Andrew tried so hard to bury. The death of Cassandra was something that he never planned. Fourth death of a woman in his life that he didn't plan. Despite all his efforts, Andrew has his own demons. His mind has a battle he can never win.