Amish Novels & Stories

So when a Necromancer terrorist group waged war against law-abiding citizens and started wreaking havoc, the Chicago became a shitshow and immediately converted to a worst kind, not even the local normie police could handle. Which meant the best counterattack came not from local human authorities but in the form of government-backed Awakens. “Where the fuck is our cover fire?” Knight Adamson gritted his teeth and raise his hand casting a shield but flinched when magic bullets started raining down at them. He glanced over at his second-in-command and communications and infiltration specialist Sergeant Rina Abello, as she dropped down beside him, magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle tightly

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

_ Passion 's residential building Desires Astrid, aged 18, decided to leave home for better opportunities, I mean, she lived most of her life, if not all of it, in a country town, her parents were farmers, but in that town of Pleasant’s Ville, did not have a college, it was a rural town, where there are only workers, farmers and other employees of metallurgical plants, corn plantations, in addition to being Amish, this totally limited the fact that she would not have opportunities there. Life there was so practical and simple, when they renounced technology and the world outside those large dairy farms, beef, coffee, corn and rice, there were many agricultural

Dale turned slowly, her breath increasing. She had turned to see someone flat on the mud. She couldn't recognize the figure. All she knew was that he was a human being was now in complete deformation. His pelvic joint was now pushed out and his right arm now amputated. His legs twisted in a position beyond repair. He muttered some words and was in great pain. Slowly turned towards her direction, stretching his plate forward still muttering the arms incantation. Jessy felt Dale's grip was beginning to loosen from her waist.

I wasn’t sure what made him lower his clawed hand, but whatever it was made his eyebrows crease and the anger in his eyes flicker. Clint Armstrong chose that moment to stir and began shuffling further away from us. I gritted my teeth to keep from snapping at the man, not that it would’ve mattered because Asher’s snarl was loud enough to drown out even the shrillest of voices. “Mr. Armstrong, I’m going to recommend you don’t move…” I told him, keeping my voice a low and even tone. Clint muttered something unintelligibly, but I did manage to snag the word ‘feral,’ which made a second snarl tear from Asher’s throat. There was a flash of annoyance in my voice when I added, “…or speak.”

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

My mouth formed an 'o' shape in understanding. Hayden's uncle stepped out of the car and walked towards us. He was a tall man, with dark skin that matched Hayden's complexion, making me realize how common it was here. Dark skin was prevalent among the majority of people I saw, and I admired the acceptance and lack of discrimination. "Aye, look at my boy Slim!" his uncle exclaimed loudly, embracing Hayden in a hug. Hayden seemed displeased by the affection, but his uncle only laughed, unaffected. "Yuh aunt vex. She say she ain't see yuh in so long," his uncle continued, and Hayden rolled his eyes.

He smirked the moment he saw me, that kind of smirk that never reached his eyes. “Well, look who crawled back,” he said, voice slick and playful. “You sure you’re still one of us, Ash? ’Cause word is, you’ve been getting soft.” I ignored him and kept walking. He followed like a shadow that wouldn’t quit. “I’m just saying,” he went on, “Griff’s losing faith. Man needs soldiers, not saints.” “I’m not here for a sermon,” I replied, grabbing a beer just to keep my hands busy. My fingers shook around the bottle. I hated that he noticed.

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

the pastor asked looking between us and we nodded Amari and I decided on no vows the faster this is over the faster we can get to our honeymoon reservations She decided on a 3-week honeymoon 1 week in Brazil, another week in Saud Arabia, and another in Morocco "Will you Xavier Stalin take Amari Carmichael to be your wedded wife in sickness and in health? To care and love for in every day that she needs you take out the trash " the pastor says. The arena erupts in laughter again. Daniel hands me Amari's ring and I remove the engagement one and place the new one on her finger