1 Juan 3 : 17 Novels & Stories

"Intimidating me won't work. " All of the sudden I heard the door open and all three of us looked up. Juan looked at all three of us and spoke ; "We are ready for you, please come through." ©#KCMmuoe

Timotheus snatched the Bible from Ferran’s hand and opened it as if he was so familiar with the book. “John 3:16… John 3:16…” Timotheus opened the Bible and saw the highlighted verse. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” He read. “What about the numbers 17, 18, 19, 20, 21?” Czaquira asked. “Maybe the words?” Timotheus was confused for a while.

However, that would be pointless. Juan lay on the ground, continuing to stare up at the moon. The appearances of his brothers’ silhouettes projected by the softly glowing moon became much clearer. They were waving at Juan because Juan had told them not to walk too fast on the path to the netherworld, that they should wait for him. However… One second passed. Ten seconds passed. Thirty seconds passed…

a voice was heard. “Good morning!!” Juan said. “Good morning, gentle man,” Gavin said. “Please, how may I help you?” Juan said and gazed at Gavin, Sarah and Alfred’s faces simultaneously. “Please, can we come inside first?” Alfred said. “If that’s what you want; you can,” Juan said with gesture.

Alice lowered her folded arms and opened the door wider for her. Juan stepped inside and headed towards the window, gazing outside the house as if she was expecting someone. Alice patiently waited, leaning against the door as she anticipated Juan's next move. Juan, in turn, turned towards her, nervously licking her lips and taking a deep breath, clearly unsure of where to begin. "Alice... it's about Aaron..." Before Juan could complete her statement, Alice immediately interrupted her. "I know!" she interrupted, shrugging her shoulders, as Juan paused for a few seconds and then continued.

said Athes and seen Juan nodded his head in agreement with Athes's words. "Oh yes, send my number to other friends and send their cell phone number to me too Juan" said Athes to Juan who replied by saying "Okay ready friend" Said Juan to Athes "Okay, I'll go first" said Athes goodbye to Juan, Milka and Santos. "Be careful friends take care of yourself until the next 3 days at the third semifinal" said Juan "Alright friends, thank you" said Athes who then walked away from in front of the three of them to the outside of the hospital door.

“I’ll… note it down. Get to those there in Val D'oro that the sent early." “Good,” Juan said. “And make sure everything at home is good.” “I know,” she answered. There was a tiny smile in her voice. “Stay careful.” “I will.” He let his voice drop, softer. “I love you, bella mia.” There was a small laugh on the line. “I love you too.” Juan ended the call and slid the phone back into his pocket. He let out a slow breath, his mind already moving through the plan. The three men walked back toward him, grinning.

It was silent for a moment as they both lost in their own thoughts. “Wait a minute…! It’s said here ‘the first thirty day’ in a year. But the numbers of days in January isn’t thirty, it’s thirty one!” Alfonso exclaimed all of a sudden. Siena stared with her eyes wide opened. “You’re right! I’m surprised you’re being smart –“ “What did you say?” He arched a brow quickly. She couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry, I mean… you’re right,” she continued immediately upon seeing Alfonso’s angry face. “Then the first month with thirty days should be….”

Juan declares, his intense gaze sending shivers down my spine. “You are not my mate. You do not have the right to assert a claim over me,” I exclaim, my voice trembling with emotion, as I find solace in the embrace of the bed. “Before your heat cycle begins, it is crucial that you start preparing your nest as I will be joining you as your mate,” Juan firmly states, emphasizing the importance of the task at hand. With determination, he turns around and ascends the stairs, closing the door behind him with a resounding slam.

Six weeks. Juan’s smile spread slowly across his face. “Perfect.” I pressed a hand to my stomach, instinctively protecting the tiny life inside me. Juan’s eyes followed the movement, darkening with something possessive and terrifying. “Now,” he said softly, “we can begin.”