Heaven The darkness surrounding me felt suffocating, and the sound of distant waves became a disorienting reminder of the uncertainty that now enveloped my existence. Panic surged as I realized I was bound to a chair, my wrists secured tightly. The air was heavy with the salty scent of the sea, a cruel juxtaposition to the fear gnawing at my core.In the oppressive silence, the approach of a presence sent shivers down my spine. The footsteps drew nearer, and when the mask covering my eyes was suddenly ripped away, I squinted against the sudden onslaught of light. As my eyes adjusted, the familiar contours of Eden's face came into focus."Eden?" I stammered, confusion clouding my thoughts. "What's happening? Where am I?"Eden's gaze, once warm and familiar, now held an intensity that unsettled me. He spoke with a conviction that sent chills down my spine. "Heaven, I can't let you marry Chase. I love you, and I won't stand by and watch you make a mistake."The shock of his words hit me
Chase The agony of losing Heaven, the fear that gripped my heart, was an indescribable torment. Every step I took in the desperate search for her felt like an eternity, my mind haunted by the possibility of a future without her. But against all odds, a lead emerged, a beacon of hope that guided me to an old, desolate warehouse near the seaside.With my gons by my side, we cautiously approached the abandoned structure. The air hung heavy with tension as I gripped the handle of my gun, determined to rescue Heaven from the clutches of the darkness that had consumed Eden.Entering the warehouse, my heart pounded in my chest as I navigated through the eerie silence. The creaking of the floor beneath my feet was a haunting melody, underscoring the urgency of the mission. And then, there she was – tied to a chair, her head bleeding. Rage surged through me, and I moved swiftly to untie her, my hands trembling with a mix of fear and determination."Heaven," I whispered, my voice choked with e
Heaven The sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold as I stood at the altar, the soft rustle of petals beneath my feet. Chase, looking dashing in his tailored suit, stood beside me. Today marked the culmination of our journey—the day we took our vows and embraced a future together.As the ceremony unfolded, the air buzzed with excitement. The vows we exchanged echoed through the venue, a declaration of love that resonated with every guest. The solemnity of the moment mingled with the joy that radiated from our smiles.Chase's eyes met mine, and in that shared gaze, I found reassurance and love. We sealed our promises with a kiss, a moment captured by the flurry of camera shutters and the cheers of our loved ones.The news reporters, eager to capture the essence of our unconventional love story, approached us. Microphones in hand, they bombarded us with questions. "Heaven, how does it feel to marry under such unique circumstances?"I chuckled, the surreal nature of our story evide
Heaven Back home, the news of our impending parenthood was met with overwhelming joy. Chase, bursting with excitement, took charge of sharing the news with our families and close friends.He called his dad first, the anticipation evident in his voice. "Dad, you won't believe it. Heaven and I are going to have a baby!"His dad's voice, a mix of surprise and delight, echoed through the phone. "Chase, that's incredible news! I can't wait to be a grandfather. When's the little one due?"Chase grinned, "A few months from now. We wanted to share the joy with you."After sharing the news with his dad, Chase turned to me, a glint of happiness in his eyes. "Heaven, this is amazing. Our families are going to be over the moon."As we informed my family, the reactions ranged from tears of joy to exclamations of excitement. My dad, already fond of Chase, couldn't hide his happiness. "Heaven, my dear, this is wonderful news. Chase, you're going to make a fantastic father."Chase, ever the doting p
Epilogue Selena Closing the bedroom door behind us, Angel and I prepared to settle into the comforting embrace of sleep. Our nightly ritual of winding down often turned into moments of reflection and shared thoughts."Selena," Angel began, a soft smile playing on his lips, "can we talk for a bit? About Heaven."I nodded, sensing the depth of his emotions. "Of course, Angel. What's on your mind?"He took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and emotion. "I just wanted to thank you, Selena. For everything you've done for Heaven. She's so happy, and it's all because of you."I reached for his hand, a reassuring gesture. "Angel, she's our daughter. I love her as much as you do."He chuckled, a hint of tears glistening in his eyes. "I know, but you've been more than a stepmother. You've been a guiding force, a source of love and stability in her life. I can't express how grateful I am."I pulled him into a gentle embrace. "It's been a joy raising Heaven with you. She's a
Selena Lethal"In the middle of the night, just call my name I'm yours to take, in the middle of the night." I sang along to the sound that blared through the radio in my car. I was driving to Penza, I had a birthday party to attend. I was very tired at the moment but since it was my boyfriend Misha's birthday, I have to attend. My phone began to ring and I looked down at it, it was a call from my father and I smiled before picking it up. "Hey father." I beamed happily, despite knowing I was in trouble for going out despite his warnings."gde, chert voz'mi, ty, Selena? Razve ya ne govoril tebe ne idti? (Where the hell are you Selena? Didn't I tell you not to go?)" My father yelled in Russian, whenever he uses his native language, I know he is damn mad. "prosti otets! (Sorry father) I didn't mean to go against you father, I'm 18 years old, and I got my gun with me as well." I said, I was already driving into Misha's mansion where his birthday party was already taking place, I was ver
Angel RoswellStaring at the man before me, an exasperated sigh left my lips. "Why did you choose to lie to me in the first place?" I asked, he was shaking violently, his pants were already drenched in urine. "Per favore, uccidimi, per favore." He said. I groaned angrily and held his jaw tightly. "Use English!" I said to him, and he looked me in the eyes, tears falling violently. "Please just kill me, please." He translated, and I smiled. "If you think I'll give you an easy death after what you have done, you must be mad!" I spat on his face. He shook violently, he knew what was coming for him. "Dima!" I yelled, and Dima came running towards me. "Yes, Don!" Dima said, I turned to him with a smile on my face, a smile that comes when you are about to perform something evil. "mettilo nella gabbia con i leoni! (Put him in the cage with the lions)" I said to Dima, Dima stared at the man with pity in his eyes. "per favore Angel, non farmi questo, per favore mi dispiace. (please Ange
Selena LethalI couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him, all this while, I thought Angel Roswell was at least 40 years and above, but the man who had come to me looked nothing short of 27 summers. The voice messages did no justice to his voice, though I was able to recognize it. He looked very young and extremely handsome, his name did justice to his physical looks, but his inner look, his name did no justice at all, he is supposed to be named Satan and not Angel, because that is what he is, a demon. Angel Roswell is the head of the Italian mafia bujambo, he is dangerous and ruthless, I can never imagine myself with him. I was still sitting in the smelly room, tied up to a chair. My head was hurting badly, especially because he had punched me. I kept looking around and the only thing I could see, was blood, the place reeked of blood. I was disgusted and worried, my hands were tied and there was nothing I could do to escape.Taking me out of my thoughts, was the creaking of the door b