Visits To Heaven Novels & Stories

I had been to the beach a thousand times since my mom passed away. I came here to escape reality. The reality of how lonely my life was, so boring and lonely it was pushing me to the brink of depression. I went to the beach so early and left so late, I would do anything just to get away from the hush that greeted me back at home. In school, I was a rich girl who had everything but little did they know that I would give anything to have their lives. I wanted a family who would love me, a real home. But what I had was a big mansion filled with people who worked for my father who was always traveling the world.

She reached out into the air with both hands, tears and snot running down her face. "Cali, I brought you meat. Please don't hate me." The hallucination walked slowly toward them. I crouched down in front of the two of them, trembling, and looked at them. "Dad. Mom." My voice filled the empty basement, bouncing off every wall. "Didn't you say the air outside is full of the virus? Didn't you say going outside means death?" I gave them back their own words, one by one, exactly the way they'd given them to me.

She reluctantly tore her gaze from me with an apologetic smile and I laughed lightly. "Let's go, what are you waiting for?" I asked smugly and brushed past Logan who grumbled under his breath. God, I was going to miss Gemma when I was gone. "Do you think we can miss people after we die?" I asked subconsciously while striding and Logan gave me a lasting look before shrugging nonchalantly. "I mean, are we allowed to miss people in heaven or hell? Is there even heaven or hell? Will my spirit remember all these moments?"

Heaven answered, her eyes locked with mine as she bit the tip of her fingernails once . “You guys have known each other this long?” I asked, feeling left behind. “Your not the only person she comes to see in this mansion, and she didn't come to see you that day in your room, I was there…right inside the bathroom hiding when Reynold pushed you in, and Daisy had to come up with an excuse to state her own reasons why she'd appeared in your room without warning…I didn't want you to know what I was cooking up , you know some meals taste better when fully done.” Heaven chuckled in a way that made it hard to believe that she was my mother for real…or maybe I was the one who had refused to change li

"Miss, you cannot enter without an invitation." I didn't argue. Instead, I called for his assistant to escort me. "Are you blind? This is Mrs. Stone!" His assistant respectfully led me in. I noticed he was sweating, and his hands were trembling. What was he afraid of? Was he scared I would witness something? As I entered the banquet hall, I saw Fiona leaning against Kyron from afar. She looked like a "Mrs. Stone." "Oh, Kyron won't let me drink too much. He's just too possessive."

Her voice carried a bitter undertone, revealing the emotional scars left by the experience. Justin, moved by Jessica's recounting of a painful past, gently placed his hand on hers, offering a comforting gesture that conveyed both empathy and support. The genuine sympathy in his touch reflected the understanding of the difficult ordeal she had endured. Listening intently, Justin absorbed her next words, "My father eventually died. Even though my mother had said my dad went to heaven and that it was a better place, I saw heaven as a cruel place. How could it have taken my father from me when I needed him most?" Jessica's poignant reflection on her perception of heaven revealed the enduring emo

She called him pancakes. “Good morning baby.” I adjusted to make room for her to climb into my laps. “Why are you up early? Bad dream?” I asked, stroking her blonde hair. “No. It was good. Me and pancakes travelled to heaven.” She said drowsily. “Um. What?” Was going to heaven a good or bad dream? I cleaned my throat, “Travelled to stay there permanently or…” “No, it was a visit.” She replied, patting pancakes head.

STEELE & CHRISTINE Travis Steele, resident tech geek of the Heaven Hill MC rolled his head on his shoulders, hoping to loosen the tension he felt in his neck. People were driving him insane. Two days before Christmas and all of the guys were trying to surprise their wives, which meant he was keeping tabs on people more than usual. When really the only person he wanted to be keeping tabs on was his own wife. He looked down at his cell phone, sitting beside his mouse and saw he had a message from her.

They said. Inside the dream, "So this is heaven?" Georgia asked herself. From afar, she saw angels singing, and a mansion of Gold. Everything from it are shining. "So this is the heaven according to the Bible?" Georgia said. She never read the whole book but she knows something about it. Then she looked around. She was actually standing at the gates of heaven. It was so high and so big. "How can I enter in this gate?" She asked herself. "Nevermind." She strode walked to it. Then someone stopped her. "Where's your pass?" A person asked. He appeared suddenly in front of the Golden Gate. "My pass?" She asked herself. "Yes your pass." That person asked. He was shining and wore a white robe. He i

ESMERAY White fog. I remember this place all too well. I have been here before. This has to be heaven. The first time I came to heaven was after Zella had smacked me with an aluminum tray after I broke her expensive wares in the kitchen. I’d been happy to be in heaven then, but right now, something felt off. I wasn’t ready to come to heaven, I felt like I’d left something or someone on Earth. That’s weird. I have no one.