Bible Debauchery Novels & Stories

“I think it was Thomas Jefferson that made his own bible.” “Yes, he did. He removed all supernatural elements and created his own bible. He, like so many of his contemporaries, was a deist. They believe there is something out there, just not certain what.” Evie continued. “But having so many women is just wrong.” The angry cheerleader countered. “Why? Because you were told it was?” “Let me guess, you’re okay with pedophiles also?” the girl sneered.

Ozgur's words stopped, because now the bible had opened by itself. Then without being touched, the Bible scrolls through its pages. In the end, stopping to the old testament page. "Don't tell me the Bible tells us to guess the passage?" Zeus tried to calm down, but there was still panic there. Zeus was panicking, because this was a real nightmare. "You think this is Jumanji." Ozgur exclaimed. "In the Deuterocanonica (Roman Catholic canonical book) there are thousands of verses. How could we possibly guess?"

Am I guilty of this sin? Hell, Yes! I was going crazy but I didn't stop reading. As I read I saw Bible verses that speak more about it. The words that caught my eyes were as follows. Abomination, degrading passion, unnatural, an indecent act, and an error, even worthy of death. I stopped suddenly as tears that had been brimming finally spilled, wetting my lashes and running down my cheeks. I watched my tears come down on my Bible and I closed it and held it to my chest.

"Not traceable to either of us." "Nothing that hasn't cleared Patricia." "Agreed. She's the filter." "And we stop the moment she says stop. Immediately, no argument." "Obviously." Mia looked at the blank gray circle on the screen for a long time. She thought about the tech blogger who had called her delusional and used the phrase gold digger's gambit with the confidence of someone who had never needed to ask three questions about a non-dilution clause. She thought about the podcast where Ethan had said *there was no baby* with the flat certainty of a man who had decided that saying something was the same as making it true.

The Master is mentioned around page twenty, and by the time I’m halfway through the Bible, I feel like throwing up. ‘This isn’t religion. This is one man wanting to control everything around him.’ I growl at Gideon as I toss the Bible onto the ground. ‘All that thing talks about is the purification of mankind and how shifters are polluting the bloodlines; it blames the wolves for the bombs and calls cloning a necessary evil.’ I shiver as I summarise the few pages I’ve skimmed;I dread to think what would have been in the rest of the book, masquerading as a Bible.

In addition to the Song of Songs, the Book of Ruth, the Book of Lamentations, Ecclesiastes and the Book of Esther, their version included the Book of Vashti. At first, the decision to publish a new bible created a major uproar in both the Jewish and Christian communities, but once the artifacts found in the cabin and the book itself were authenticated, many other bible publishers also edited theirs as well. While other publishing houses were being downsized, merging, or going out of business altogether, Steine and Stein was thriving. Anna also decided to keep the company name, even though she shortened Nate’s last name and changed hers to Anna Brave.

“You think she spoke about this curse?” “I don’t think, I know,” the young minister stated with confidence. “There are only a few people in this kingdom, who can make sense of her words, minister Merritt.” He went to lean on the pillar. “During her last days, she often spoke about a curse that’s swallowing this land. She said we will pay for our sins.”

I said in a rather shaky tone, trying to convince him to take me serious as opposed to the joker he took me as. “I like how you speak to me like a child without wisdom. You’re so shameless that you even had the guts to come all the way to spill trash to me. What are you made of May? Who’s selling you this audacity? You were caught in bed with a strange guy and you still dare deny it? Don’t you have a conscience you slut?” He kept questioning me while I just stared at the picture frames on the wall.

With trembling fingers, I tapped the article. The words hit me like punches. They called me a gold digger. A social climber. A manipulative slut who had supposedly dumped one brother for the richer one. They painted me like some heartless opportunist — a woman who had “snared” Andrew for money and status. And then there were the pictures. Old photos of me and Matthew — one of us laughing together at a café, another of his hand casually on my waist. The comments beneath were brutal. She’s disgusting.

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”