Bible Ch Novels & Stories

Her strawberry blonde hair, usually a wild halo, seemed to literally bounce around her face, framing those wide, baby blue eyes that were practically shining with all the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. I just shrugged, nudging a stray oat flake with my spoon. “Meh.” Her bouncing stopped abruptly, as if I’d hit a secret off-switch. Her eyes rounded, going full anime-disbelief. "Meh? Meh?! How could you be so cavalier about doing something so monumental? I mean, today we get to practice magic, Genesis! Not just read about it in dusty old textbooks or memorize endless lists of spells and potions. This is the real deal!"

"Can I see it?" "Oh, I'm afraid not," He said forbiddingly. "You need to be a priest to read it. But I can read some of it to you that I think might help with your problem." "Thank you Father, that's so kind!" She bobbed in excitement, bouncing her generous chest. "I always follow the Bible's advice." "Okay, let's see now," He flicked through to a random page, tilting the book so she couldn't see it. "Here we go. The Book of, uh, Fellatius."

He announced. I moved my hands closer to the green button. I am not going to leave out any chances or opportunities for her to win against me. I don't care about the mindset I have now. It's just the two of us. I will rather lose to another person than lose to her. "How many books are all together in the bible? Both new testament and-" I didn't allow him to finish talking. "Sixty-six books. Both the Old and the new testament." "Correct."

Mom said as she drew Ola into a gentle hug. I walked over to the corner of the room where a little shelf was placed, I pulled out the big, black familiar book. It was my dad's most cherished belonging, his Bible. I opened to his favourite verse, walked over to my mom and handed it to her. 2 Corinthians 5:6-8: "So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord."

It was such a wonderful story that comforted him. He opened the Bible and placed it upon his thighs. A verse on the second page - Jeremiah 11:19 - was highlighted in bold. He read it out aloud not daring the silence around him. But I was like a lamb or an ox that is brought to the slaughter; and I knew not that they had devised devices against me, saying, let us destroy the tree with the fruit thereof, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be

WHOEVER SHEDS THE BLOOD OF MAN, BY MAN HIS BLOOD BE SHED Why was that verse so familiar Jemi thought, the words rang a loud bell, she tried to place her hands on it, then it hit her "Genesis 9:6" she said, They both looked at her. She went on "the notes are from the Bible, I know that verse too well, it was like an anthem during my childhood" "Who gives a child words like this to say?" Colin asked. "With this note, I think the person knows me too well, it's not just any random person"

I replied receiving the Holy Bible from her, as her eyes kept diverting to my unshaven face. She walked away while my eyes remained on the Holy Bible she gave to me. Inside, my name was inscribed on the first page with gold print. I was still turning the pages while walking down the street, when I saw a small piece of paper in the middle of the Bible with the inscription: Please ensure this Holy Bible is given to my son, I want Jesus to help him get rid of that Ebie rubbish once and for all Immediately I read the note, I stopped at a roadside restaurant to scrutinize the entire Bible. After a few minutes, I soon discovered it was purchased in Israel, probably when the buyer went there on pil

Chapter 16 Ashley frowned. He was holding her boobs as if it was a normal thing to do and she didn't like it. She wanted to hit herself for what was going on in her head. Her mind was a thinking mess, thinking about the things she considered dirty. "Tell me Ash, have you ever read the Bible? Heard it's a key to heaven itself." He said and she hissed. "You can't possibly tell me you've read the Bible Mikhail, who in the world would let a monster like you into the church talk about giving you a Bible?" She glared at him and he smiled, liking the challenge she held up.

I took out my phone and typed these words in my notepad. "Now if you are here and you have not accepted Jesus as your lord and savior, this is your chance to get right with God, to become His child and enjoy the benefits that come with being a new creation." He said, quoting the book of Romans, chapter eight, verse one as well as the second book of Corinthians, chapter five, verse seventeen.

She knew Someone watched her still. Her fingers reached to the cloth tied around her waist. From within, she drew a small scrap of parchment. It held verses she had once written herself — lines of psalms and prophecies, inked in haste, in the days when her heart burned to know more of the divine. She opened it now with trembling fingers and read aloud in her weakened voice “He who sits in the heavens shall laugh. He shall scatter the wicked with the breath of His mouth. He shall lift the righteous from the pit,