1st Peter Niv Novels & Stories

He gently opened the heavily embossed cover and set aside a bookmark. He read from the fifteenth chapter of Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians. And the last verse he spoke without

I said going to him and kneeling kissing his feet in gratitude. He gently pulled me being the humble King he is. "Nathan, God is faithful and fair. If you admit that you have sinned, he will forgive you your sins. He will forgive every wrong thing you have done and make you pure.” (1 John 1:9). After that, he offered me a sit by his side. “I feel so loved, at peace, complete and happy here with you my Lord. I don't want to leave these feelings and go back to earth where I will feel empty again.’’ I then said to him as he told me that i was going back.

I took out my phone and typed these words in my notepad. "Now if you are here and you have not accepted Jesus as your lord and savior, this is your chance to get right with God, to become His child and enjoy the benefits that come with being a new creation." He said, quoting the book of Romans, chapter eight, verse one as well as the second book of Corinthians, chapter five, verse seventeen.

Yet, he took a deep breath and worked up his courage to say it. “This is the first time I’ve seen you warming up to people. It’s great to see you like this.” “Heh, so this is what you have to say when we’re meeting for the first time? What? Is this your new, creative way of begging for my kindness?” Lucifer said sarcastically. “…” Peter dared not say more. He lowered his head and silently followed his master to the elevator. Entering it, Lucifer took a glance at the security camera as the door closed. Before exiting the elevator, they did not say a word at all.

'My dearest Kayla, If you're reading this it's because I'm either serving life in prison or my life has been taken from me. I know I haven't been the greatest partner and I'm sorry that I'll never get a chance to make it up to you. You were right, I should've put you first. You were the most important person to me and I should've shown it.

Tell me what happened to you. Nately said to him, with great sadness and brokenness: I am very worried about sera Peter, since she has gone and I do not know anything about her and I am not reassured, as well as I feel that something bad has happened to her. Natalie started crying sadly, so Peter stood up and hugged her and said to her in a calm and loving voice: Gift my love, please don't cry, I don't like to see you cry, sera will be very well, I'm sure of this, can you just tell me what happened so that I can help.

I will hold you up with my victorious right hand. " Though it looks like we are abandoned... Like orphans... Yet I believe he's with us. " " He never fails and he won't start now. His words are true and so can be trusted. " " Recall... John 1:1 says, " In the beginning was the word, the word was with God and the word was God... And the same word came in form of flesh to live and die. " So Jesus is the word. And that's why, the Bible isn't just any book... It's God's words being spoken to us... So yeah... Let's believe it. Let's find comfort in it. As it's true. His words says, the word of God is sharper than any two edged sword... "

He reminded himself that Jesus had instructed the first christians to love their neighbours as much as they loved themselves, a statement that showed how important love was. Peter had finally begun to believe the words of his archbishop when he told him that God was with him wherever he went to, that God would guide his path and ensure that he was safe. The coming of Ada into his life was the greatest miracle he never believed the lord would grant him the opportunity to see.

Then on the third day, I had lost all strength to cry or to run, I couldn't see clearly as I walked, then I stumbled upon a man, he was very tall, he had brown colored hair, light brown eyes, he's skin was white and he was dressed in a black pair of pants and blue shirt, his shirt had white buttons aligned at it's middle, and at the collar of his shirt, in between was another narrow, stiff upright white collar which was called the clerical collar, and his clothing was complemented by a pair black shoes, that was so shiny. I later on learned that he was called a priest or a Reverend Father, this priest carried me in his arms, he looked at me with eyes full of pity and concern although I hated

Peter whispered anxiously. I pressed a trembling hand against my chest, struggling to steady my breathing. “I don’t know, Peter… I can’t breathe.” “Take a deep breath.” I obeyed shakily, inhaling slowly while Peter watched me carefully. “Good,” he whispered reassuringly. “You’ve got this. At least now you know the truth, and that’s the most important thing right now.” He stretched out his hand toward me. “Give me the keys. I’ll open the door.”