3d Gospel Novels & Stories

"Knowing there is God is different from believing in Him. If you believe in God, then why do you keep on sinning against Him? If you believe in God, you shouldn't go around placing yourself in front of temptation that will lead you to sin." Jewel's face became serious. "What's with that tone, Gideon?" Gideon sighed. "When I married you, I thought you're a believer. Only now I realize that you are not, Jewel." "So you regret it now?" she asked in a whisper. The wind blew past them and strands of her hair flew in the air. She casted her gaze down and sighed. "What's the gospel?" she asked. Gideon looked beyond the forest. “The gospel is the burial, death and resurrection of Christ." He sat str

Like a soft rasp of a country singer, with out the country twang. My gaze holds his longer then I’d entended it to, to break the tension between us I look to the other two. Damitri, Dante and Damien King all three stare right back at me, their eyes twinkling with a mixture of lust and something I’m not sure about causing me to blush and avert my gaze back down at my notepad unable to say another word to ask about their order I simply nod and walk away. 🔷🔷🔷 Damitri King

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

“Hi, Abby. I am David Grohl.” I can’t help the snigger that erupts from my mouth. “Seriously?” Am I in some kind of weird parallel universe where rock stars have become doctors? What kind of hospital is this? David laughs and replies, “Yeah seriously, though I can’t play the guitar or drums.” I laugh, and for the first time in a while, I feel like a little sunshine is entering my soul. “Okay Abby, I am here to discuss your therapy plan, so it would be good if we can have some privacy. Unless, of course, you would prefer your parents to be present?” I shake my head, not ready to let them in again quite so soon.

Today was supposed to be our third wedding anniversary. But we had never once celebrated it. Not even enough for me to remember it. I let out a long breath and finally replied to my friend. “He doesn’t need to file for a divorce. We never got our marriage license.” “What? You’ve been married three years, and Kit never made it official?” Her shock nearly blew out my eardrum through the speaker. Yes. The wedding was three years ago, and he had called off registering our marriage seventeen times.

"There's no need. From now on, his life or death has nothing to do with me. Cordelia, you've worked hard these past few weeks, but I'll be getting married soon." Cordelia immediately understood the unspoken meaning: from this moment on, matters concerning the Holt family no longer required my attention. After hanging up, I finally noticed the headline blazing across the trending list online. [The Holt family's eldest son rises from the dead—cancels wedding on the spot after learning his ex-wife miscarried.] The accompanying video showed Charlotte, her makeup streaked into a mess of tears, kneeling on the floor in desperation, begging Gavin to finish the ceremony. But he shoved her aside with

Passengers, please board in a timely manner. I looked at the villa covered in the messages I had posted and chuckled softly. I took out my phone and sent Levi a message. [Levi, we're breaking up.] Attached was a picture of the pregnancy test report Ruby had sent me to show off. After blocking all of Levi's contact information, I turned off my phone. Then I opened the door and walked onto my sunny path, never looking back. Levi, those who betray sincerity will ultimately be betrayed by sincerity... Approaching noon.

POV: Ash Ryder "I can't feel my fingers, Zane! My hands are dead, but the wall... the wall is moving!" Ash’s voice was a guttural snarl, his breath coming in shallow, frantic bursts. He stood at the threshold of the cathedral, his body a map of blue-tinted skin and shivering muscles. He had walked through the Soul-Gate as a heartless ghost, but the cathedral was different. It was an active predator. It was trying to crystallize the very air in his lungs.

Elera and I took public transport like we sometimes did when we wanted normalcy. When I got home, I bathed and fell asleep almost immediately. When I woke up, the sky outside my window had already shifted into deep orange fading into blue. I bathed again. I needed to feel awake and reset. It helped a little. I went downstairs and ate alone. The house felt unusually quiet. No distant laughter. No heavy footsteps. “Where are the triplets?” I asked one of the staff. “In their gaming room,” she replied. Of course. Whenever they locked themselves in there, the entire house moved carefully. No one disturbed them, it was their territory.

She continued claiming our mate, which I know is false. “Oh. My. GODDESS!” I break from Bree long enough to look at Esme. She has stars in her eyes. “It’s one of the Brown triplets! He’s so fucking fine!” The music is playing, and women are screaming around me. I can’t turn and look because I’m still confused about this scent and Bree.