3d Gospel Novels & Stories

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.

A Mercedes Bens G63 came in and stopped next to us. “Who`s that now?” everyone took out their guns “Oh… I think it`s the surprise I was talking about.” “The new recruit?” asked the Advocate “More than that.” Black Jesus pulled me to the side as The Wise- thug came out of the car with two of his body guards. “I come in peace.” He spoke looking around the basement parking. “But you know I don’t have peace.” He laughed “What are you doing, Mastermind?” asked Black Jesus “What I should have done long ago.”

the voice announced. The cheering became vociferous so as the rolling of the drums that if someone would shout their lungs out, no one could hear them. She watched the other three on chains on the left side of her that had grown panic-stricken. The man with the child clinging on his arm and the woman with the baby in her arms. Soon, a huge bearded guy—bigger and taller than the rest of the huge guys they've ever seen in this place, walked in. Half-naked, his enormous belly bounced up and down as he walked nearer. With his long legs, there was no reason for delay.

“You three be nice alright? Don’t kill each other!” Darryl bids goodbye in a cheerful tone as he exits his condo unit. The three remaining people in the living room are all sitting on seats parallel to each other. Leonardo manspreading on the couch, Goldie relaxed on a cushioned chair with his legs crossed, and Katcha stiffly sitting with her arms crossed on yet another cushioned chair.

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.

The priest asked and Dane glanced at me. "Ofcourse." The priest nodded in satisfaction before turning to me. "Then do you Lena Sterling, promise to take Dane Whitmore as your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health?" "Yes, I do." I replied without hesitation as I felt satisfaction crawling through me. Once this marriage was done, then so my journey of revenge officially starts. "You may kiss the bride." The priest said and Dane raised up my veil. I knew he was just going to give me peck on the cheeks just like the previous life but to my surprise, he kept bringing his lips closer to mine, our nose rubbing against one another as our eyes met.