Bible Debauchery Novels & Stories

Did I even want to pray? As I continued to stare at Jesus' image, I felt another tear fall down my cheek. That tear was followed by another and another, and soon an entire sea of tears were trickling down my face. I stopped kneeling and sat on the wooden pew, my face in my hands. I sat there and sobbed, thinking that I shouldn't have even been in the church. I didn't belong there. God didn't want gays in his world. Lev. 20:13, "If there is a man who lies with a male as those who lie with a woman, both of them have committed a detestable act; they shall surely be put to death. Their bloodguiltness is upon them." I was surprised that a giant hand of God didn't come down and zap me right then.

Liam was, without a doubt, a different level of fucked up. “‘Everyone comes naked from their mother’s womb.’ That phrase is straight out of the Bible, Hilary. When people—even you and me—came into this world, we were immaculate and uninhibited. But as mere human beings, we are also weak and curious. These things are etched in our nature. And the moment we enter this worldly realm, we give in to the false trappings and disassociate ourselves from our original essence. We sin. There are thousands and thousands of ways that we sin, but the most destructive and root of it all that impedes us from our spiritual progress are the seven deadly ones.”

Tears filled my eyes as they replayed in my head. “My brother was a disgusting pervert, an abnormal freak who had also been possessed by a demon of lust,” I said in a small voice. “He said those words over and over to me till it stuck in my head, as if they were directed at me.” My mind replayed the way I had felt whenever he had opened his mouth to say even a word. And I would feel it deep down inside of my chest. Aiden the disgusting, the pervert, the freak and the demon possessed.

I sure as hell don’t want to sleep with that asshole now. I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, leaning back against the TV stand. His comment hurt. I don’t want to admit it, but I felt a little pang in my chest when he said it was degrading. It felt gratifying to me, and freeing, but he’s making me feel like trash for wanting to take back control of my own sexuality while sticking it to the one that abused me and my wolf for so long. It hurt. Darren was huffing in disbelief. “For real, man? What the hell are you doing then? Selling Bibles on your special little business trips? What a fucking hypocrite.”

I had just gotten why this book was so important and it wasn't good. The Devil's Bible, also known as the Codex Gigas was rumored to have been created by a Bohemian monk in the 13th century. There are several myths concerning the creation but the most popular being that this unnamed monk was sentenced to death for breaking his monastic vows, and struck a deal with the Devil to complete this book in one night in return for his immortality. As a last gasp for survival, he attempted to make this monumental book containing all the world's knowledge. The monk failed. The Codex Gigas has appeared in different time lapses, never completed and in the late 1940s, all traces of it was completely lost.

The part of the christian holy book that insists that there's no peace for the wicked could be wrong if translated literally. The wicked derive unfiltered joy and peace from whatever it is that they do. The thrill, the high emotions. It is like performing in a little orchestra and being the concertmaster. It is a feeling above high clouds, the tingles on their feet and the swelling of their hearts when they perpetrate a pure act of evil thoughts. One could insist that the Bible is wrong in that context, but can one deny that in the place of wickedness is uneasiness? The feeling of being watched? The fear of anybody besting you? Most importantly, the fear of being served your own medicine, wi

Desperate times call for desperate measures. That was exactly what Bridgette did to Philip. She trapped him into believing that the child she was carrying was his, even though she knew it was terribly wrong. But when Philip discovered the truth, he was furious and filed for divorce. What would happen to her child? Who would the child grow up calling "Dad"? What if, one day, fate brought her face to face with her child's real father again? Would she finally tell him that their one unforgettable night had created a life? Or would she once again let another man bear the responsibility for her child? Enjoy reading! ^_^

Blood of Nuns and Monks spraying the walls. Flesh of the churchgoers across the marble, and their heads off their necks, their rosaries in blood. That brief imagination made him hard, and it ain't surprising. He's the king of carnage. He's the God of ruination. His cheek seemed to sting a bit, reminding him of the slap he received from Dean's wife. He ran his tongue on his inner cheek. Is that Stupid Dog asleep now? Or getting beaten by Dean. Second one sounds great.

The immediacy of the debauchery before me and the serenity of the library eroded at my knowledge. The elevator doors opened into a lavishly decorated hall, adorned with sanguine drapes and golden chandeliers. The room was filled with the nobility of Hell’s society, indulging in their sybaritic hobbies. My father, the king of this realm, thrived in such an terrain. He delighted the power he held over these souls, the influence he applied painlessly. Beelzebub continued to speak, his voice a constant drone in the background of my knowledge. I walked beside him, my aspect wandering over the room’s inhabitants. Some conceded our presence with a nod or a raised glass, while others were too focuse

Instead of being down in the parlor or in his study as he usually was when he came home from the office, he was in our suite, briefing me on our upcoming dinner from hell. “Because, Laide, it’s part of the illusion,” Alton answered with a tone that suggested I was asking something of common knowledge, like why the sky was blue or the sea was green. “And,” he continued, “according to Bryce, she’s having trouble with this whole thing. The little whore was willing to take the money, but she never expected it to be from someone who had a history with Alexandria.” I straightened my shoulders as I inspected my hair and makeup. “I never liked her, not when she lived with our daughter. But I-I…” I s