Amish Novels & Stories

In His Name, you will become my wife. Ignoring her pleas for mercy and to just let her go he handed her over to the Amish women and ordered them to make her ready for her marriage to him. She begged them not to, the Pastor was old enough to be her Father, lean and tough from years of hard work he was not an attractive man could they not see what he was doing was wrong? They did not listen to her complaints, they all hero-worshipped their Pastor, to them he was the perfect choice for a husband instead, they said they would pray for her and she should be grateful for the privilege of marrying such a fine upstanding man. They dressed her in the simple handmade we

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

the other brother steps forward at the mention of his name. "Where are you from, Amaris?" Zach asks as he slowly closes the distance between us, the other two flanking him. "Umm…" I say, biting my bottom lip. "I grew up in foster care," I mutter with a sad shrug. "So, I guess you could say that I'm kind of from everywhere and nowhere at the same time," I tell them, a pang of sadness hitting me when my brother's face flashes through my mind. I could tell them that I'm from Northport, but I'm not ready to answer why I'm not a part of their pack.

The wedding starts shortly after our conversation diminishes. Isaiah comes down the aisle first, and then Elise, to some strange music that I know she hates. But she plastered a faux smile on her face, making it seem as though she is truly in love with Isaiah, making everyone believe, for just a moment that they want this marriage.

Chapter Thirty Seven I looked up at Gale, my eyes locked with his while my hands tightened around the flower banquet that I was holding. "Gale Hilton do you take Amelia Rose to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish. To respect her as your woman and to stay by her side in richness and poor, in sickness and health until death do you apart ? " Gale turned to look at the magistrate then back at me " Yes I do " he replied with a smile of his own.

He replied tentatively. She sighed inwardly already defeated.She knew that as this was Damien's first rodeo when it came to apologizing, this was all she would get. She had no problem accepting it and forgiving him. The issue was trusting that he would not repeat his violent and abusive attitude towards her. How could she be sure that he wouldn't come back tomorrow and hit her again with the justification that he was angry or that he missed his dead parents. Even with these thoughts, she said...

Olivia looked confused, then realised he was talking about Asher. His lips curled into a smile at her bemused face. "I am Alpha Abel, Asher’s uncle.”

Jameson pondered for a moment and clenched his teeth, saying, “There's a saying in Oskia that ‘it’s better to have faith than none at all’. Okay, I'll go to the hospital now to pick Jimmy up. I’ll then meet you at the entrance of Apothecary Pharmaceutical.” Leni replied, “No problem. Let’s meet at the entrance of Apothecary Pharmaceutical.” Leni added, “By the way, Mr. Smith, my friend said this is somewhat of a special operation, so let's keep it low-key.” Jameson immediately said without hesitation, “I understand!” - After hanging up the phone, Jameson said to his church friends, “I have something to attend to, so I'll leave everything here to you guys.” Most of Jameson’s church friends we

she said to Damien and Aurora who were still lost in their thoughts of what had happened the past 12 hours. There was a bang on the screen door and right there was an Amish woman in a navyblue dress and black apron she was on the porch of the farmhouse, hands on hips she looked like she was in her mid forties, with her hair tied in a no-nonsense bun style, face like someone who’d birthed nine children and buried two without blinking,she looked furious “You’re on private property,” she said I n Pennsylvania Dutch,but then switched to English when no one answered fast enough “And you’re bleeding on my petunias.”she yelled at them

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said