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He leaned his head back against my shoulder, his eyes closing. "I don't deserve you," he whispered. "I am poison. I am blood and bullets and broken glass. And you... you are the sunrise." "Don't," I murmured, my lips brushing his temple. "Don't talk about deserving. Just let me hold you." I reached for a soft sponge. I dipped it in the warm water and began to wash him. Slow, careful strokes, sliding the sponge over his shoulders, his chest, his arms. I washed away the blood, the grime, the evidence of the violence.

Benedict looked up to see a tray of stew and water right by his side, then looked at his assistant, Caleb Peterson. "Please eat first. You haven't eaten anything after returning from the palace," Caleb said, lowering his head before retreating backward. "I have no appetite. Please return this from the table." Benedict stared in disgust at the meat soup. For some reason, he felt no appetite, let alone to eat. That regret was taking over him, from Oscar to Hera and Rania. "But, sir. This is an order—" "—Have you forgotten who your master is?!! Move it or throw it away!!" Benedict started to get emotional, and the man glared at Caleb, who already understood his master's anger due to the problem

They eagerly awaited the next chapter, eager to continue their journey alongside Rita as she continued to unveil the mysteries of faith and the boundless potential of the human spirit. In a world where faith is often tested and challenged, Whispers of Redemption: Rita's Journey from Solitude to Spiritual Awakening serves as a radiant reminder of the transformative power of unwavering belief. It beckons readers to explore their faith, embrace the divine guidance that awaits them, and step into the fullness of their sacred purpose.

There was so much about this place I had yet to learn. “My name is Amun.” “Well Amun, what are you doing here?” “I’m here to help you access your birthright. After all, that’s why you are here, is it not?” My eyes remained on Amun as he pulled a book from beneath his dark and tatty robe. The book was small and clearly decades old. The leather cover had signs of wear and tear, yet somehow remained intact. “How does it work I’m in a…” “Rush? Yes, I’m aware. The acceptance is relatively quick, though it does require a small sacrifice.”

His hands were held by four people, as if he were an animal. He was making a fuse there but as soon as his gaze met mine, he came to a halt. That cold stare shudders me to the core. “So, you’re his swan without wings?” he said, his deep voice trembled me. It was rougher than before. It was the third time I met him and I knew it was called destiny. ------- Hello my dear reader hope you're liking my story please do give gem to the book and comment. You can follow me for updates. I*-author_isaiah98

Amon had noticed that he was by no means uncomfortable with the presence of the devil . Louis leafed through the Bible disinterestedly, but then tossed it aside because the Bible could not arouse his interest. “I read the book yesterday. There is a lot wrong. ”Amon raised an eyebrow, inhaled the tobacco vapor deeply and let it out slowly. Comfortably, as if he had all the time in the world, he leaned back and looked at Louis, one arm on the armrest. "So?" Louis nodded. “That is what people have received. However, it is not the packaging that is important, but the message. The message about charity and unity, about sacrifice and devotion. How the stories are conveyed does not matter to me, th

"I got this when I was fourteen with my mom, 'cause I got straight A's that year. The law in Pennsylvania has changed since, but at the time, one could get a tattoo at fourteen, so long as a parent consents and is present. She got one at the same time on her shoulder. Hers says 2nd Corinthians 5:17. "Damn, that's pretty sweet man! So what do the verses say?" "Well, Romans 3:23 says: 'For all have sinned, and fallen short of the glory of God.' While 2nd Corinthians 5:17 says: 'This means that anyone that belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life has gone; the new life has come.' "That's right. You did say you were raised in a Christian family. That's pretty cool, dude. You and y

“They stare at anything that breathes.” His voice sent a tiny shiver racing down her spine. Damn him. She kept her eyes forward. “I’m not nervous.” “Liar,” he whispered, but gently. Before she could snap back, Don Romano raised his glass, signaling a toast. The room quieted instantly, as if a switch had been flipped. “This family,” he boomed, “stands strongest when united. Tonight is not merely dinner. It is a reminder—to our friends, and our enemies—that the Romanos do not fall.”

“He told me that a king who lay with men was a king who had lost God’s favor. He showed me sermons I’d given years ago sermons about the abomination of unnatural relations and he asked me if I meant them. And I said yes. Because I was afraid. Because I’d spent my entire life trying to atone for a sin I committed in my youth, and I saw in you the reflection of my own damnation.” He stood. The movement was slow, arthritic, the rising of a man whose joints had forgotten how to move. “When I was young,” he continued, “I had a lover. A man. We were together for three years in absolute secrecy. And then the Church found us. My lover was executed. And I… I chose God. I entered the priesthood. I spe

I found his ending fitting as I watched his desolate figure leaving my line of sight, thinking, "Miles, you became religious for the sake of love in your past life. "Yet, none of that could conceal the filthy deeds you've done. I hope that you will be able to sincerely repent for your wrongdoings in this life." Meanwhile, I would use my entire lifetime to make it up to Cassius. I would love him, protect him, and share a lifetime of happiness with him.