3d Gospel Novels & Stories

My mama raised me a Catholic, and we were taught to leave revenge for the Lord. But how can I leave it, when revenge practically landed right into my laps. ……………………… Raze’s pov “You’re killing me, doll,” I murmured into the brunette’s mouth. Her fingers press hard against me through my jeans, slowly stroking my hardening dick . The blonde on my other side drags her tongue along my naked chest, her nails scraping lightly at it. I’m in my private room at Obsidian, the bass music vibrating through the walls, the colored lights low, the smell of liquor and smoke thick in the air just the way I like it.

One more chance. Six months later, I'd be standing at that altar for the third time, waiting for him to show up. And this time, I'd finally make a different choice.

I took a deep breath trying to calm my heart. “I heard you talking. I know you love her" “Who?” “Ava. You have two beautiful children with her and she’s pregnant now, like when is she due?’ I didn't even know if I wanted to know the answer to that question. “Next month, but we are not together Olivia. We haven’t been before Izzie was born". I shook my head and stood up, how can you possibly get someone pregnant three times and not be together. “Bash come on, so she just keeps happening to get pregnant?” I laughed sarcastically.

And unlike me three years ago, my wedding dress was rented for five hundred dollars. They stood at the door to welcome the guests, and everyone beside them gave them their most sincere blessings. Every member of the expedition team that I went through fire and water with was present at the wedding. Three years after my death, they had all accepted Winston and Vivian. My intern, Blake Ferguson, handed over a delicate gift. "For Vivian and Winston, happy to see you getting married. "On the big day, you have to drink with me later." Vivian leaned into Winston's arms and said with a smile, "Winston and I are preparing for pregnancy, so he can't drink."

“But how does Dalia know Kathy?” “I don’t know, Barry. Maybe they were drawn together over there as we have been here. But get this, they work together, Dalia says. On something she calls the God project.” Talk about your one-two punches. “You’re not serious.” “I am. Can you imagine? Work on the other side? She says they convert formulae.”

How could I tell him that I was dying? That the healer said my wolf spirit was fading fast— that I only had three days left before the bond would consume me completely? “Joseph,” I murmured, “would you come with me? We’ll go to Grandpa’s pack. They’ll love you there.” He hesitated. “Can we stay a little longer, Mom? Just three days? If he really doesn’t want us after that, we’ll go. But I want to call him Dad… just once.” Tears blurred my vision. I stroked his hair and nodded, though my heart was already breaking.

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

On the way to our wedding, my fiancé got a hysterical call from his ex-wife. "Gavin, he's having another episode. He keeps crying for his daddy." This was the third time it happened. Each time we were about to get married, her son would have another psychosomatic episode. Gavin Grant looked at me hesitantly. I knew what he was thinking, so I nodded. "I'll get out. Go ahead." He clasped my hand gratefully. "I'm sorry, Vivian. I'll make it up to you." Before I could even steady myself, he was already telling the driver to turn around. Still in my wedding dress, I stood by the side of the road and hailed a cab. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from Gavin—he'd given me $100 million.

Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her." He looked at Eugene. "Did she tell any of you that?" Eugene looked diffident. Everything he'd told me that morning were lies—there wasn't any auction, nor did they have to go anywhere with Gary. It was only from their conversation that I learned they'd all been out together to celebrate Phoebe's cat's birthday. It turned out I couldn't even compare to a cat. I rubbed my chest, feeling bitter. It was weird. Why was I still feeling these things when I was dead?

Before she could catch her breath, Tiana lunged at her and strangled her neck. "You damned old hag!" she shrieked. "How dare you put the house up as collateral? This house was supposed to be my son's!" I floated midair, watching their chaos unfurl like a spectator at play. In fact, I had already discovered Dorothy's gambling habit three years ago. But before I could tell Andrew, he dragged me off to the countryside. Now, it all made sense. Three years ago, Dorothy had lied that she saw Stella push Tiana down the stairs because she'd been afraid that I'd expose her gambling addiction. She acted first, using the lie to drive me and Stella away.