Yes To Heaven 소설 & 이야기

on the fifth ring, someone picked the phone. "Hello" it was a heavy male voice ."Hi" she felt like she cannot utter a single word. "I am talking from Paris" She tried to make a conversation. " From Paris? Who?" His voice was confident. tears filled her eyes "I am your cousin Sarah. Can I talk to your mother, please? "She has gone to visit her friend. I can deliver the message." He sounded busy. She did not know what to say next. "Actually Aunty said she will attend the wedding, in Paris"

He really is a fucking ghost, and he fully plans to do as the dead-woman possessing my mother warned: leave his current vessel to drop dead and rot and move on to his selected, supernaturally strengthened new host… I shiver, eyes on the church doors, and hand never leaving my revolver. “There will be others, like Father Jost and the best of our students, those strongest in faith, to lead this congregation. Remember, brothers and sisters, that death is not the end for those of us who are God’s beloved chosen.” I can straight-up feel that sickening, fake, benevolent smile he no doubt gives as he speaks those words. “We will meet again, whether on this plane, or in paradise. Keep vigilant for t

She lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek, tenderly. “Thank you… for everything. For tonight. For chasing me. For believing in us. I can’t imagine what you must be thinking right now, but I won’t apologise for it. I just… I need you to know that I’ve loved you every day since I met you, Callum. Every, goddamn day. And I want this… whatever this is. It’s just… complicated, you know? If we’re gonna do this, we need to do it right, or it will crash and burn the same as last time…”

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Bryan took hurried strides, giving a nod while brushing past me, a hint of pity lingering in his eyes. Spotting Bryan, Sarah pushed Aiden away and invaded Bryan’s personal space. “Dr. Jones, please save my father! I’ll do anything!” Bryan frowned, his face grim. “Why didn’t you care before? The toxins have spread all over his body. There’s nothing much I can do now. We can only hope for a miracle now.” Bryan then led his medical staff into the resuscitation bay. Tilting her head back, Sarah saw my indifferent silhouette standing not too far away.

Her pale hand instantly scraped the ground, drawing red blood. Ignoring the uproar, he stormed out of the hall like a lunatic. By this time, I was already lying on a private medical jet bound for Zurich. Ethan sat beside me, watching the heart rate curve on the monitor return to normal while tightly holding my icy hand. He whispered, "Nicola, welcome back. You're free from now on."

His voice was steady, not soft, not cruel, simply firm, as though the words were carved into him long ago. “You’ve been saved, young woman. Go and live a holy life, kill no more,” he said, like it was an order, not a suggestion. I lifted my head slowly, wiping my eyes with the heel of my palm, though it did nothing. The tears kept coming anyway. My voice cracked when I asked, “Have I really been saved?” My throat burned, my face soaked with grief I couldn’t wash away. “Don’t doubt the power of the Most High,” he answered, his tone unshaken, like he had said these words a thousand times before. “I assure you that there’s a home awaiting you in heaven.”

“Let me take care of you. Even if you drown me in this tub, I’d still say I deserved it, just so you wouldn’t get punished in heaven.” “You actually believe heaven exists?” she asked, arching a brow. “I believe it too. But not in the way people preach. Heaven and hell? They’re right here on earth. They’re the two worlds we really live in, not some fantasy promised in the afterlife.” “Oh Lord,” Jackson groaned, laughing again. “She’s not a believer!”

“Can we.” “No”

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 .