Bible Debauchery Novels & Stories

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!”

(THIRD PERSON’S POV) Wet, obscene sounds echo through the sanctuary, flesh meeting flesh, violation made audible. Unfiltered. Raw. The kind of debauchery that would make demons applaud. On the sacred altar. The so-called platform of Christ. The embodiment of white and righteousness. This table is meant for Passover and holy wine, not cum and blood washing through the picture of the messiah engraved on the pulpit. Church bells toll in the distance. The smell of incense, candle wax, and sweat. And him—Dakor—Weed and gin. Strong like his assaults. Unyielding.

"The devil is here! He is mocking us! Satan has cursed my soul, and he’s doing it through her... because my daughter is a wretched sinner!" Father Edmund frowned slightly, gently easing my mother's hands off his arm. "Eleanor, calm yourself. Why would you say that to your daughter?" "Because she’s a prostitute!" my mother screamed, pointing a shaking finger at me. "She sells her body! She fucks men for a living, dragging our family's name straight into hell!" I felt the judgment of every holy statue in the room, but I wasn't about to stand there and let her humiliate me. I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over.

I said. "Tha...tha...that's not t-t-true," Mom stuttered while I flicked at her bean. "Bullshit," I growled. The Pastor's eyes bounced between the action in Mom's groin and the devilish look in my eyes. "Be that as it may, son, the bible tells us in Deuteronomy 27:20 that 'cursed is anyone who has sexual intercourse with his father's wife.' Son, I, uh, don't want you to be cursed."

No one destroyed his childhood, he destroyed it himself, he ruined himself and is now nothing but a monster. I brought back Bible because he had humanity left inside of him, this guy doesn’t even have a heart, if I get the chance, I’ll kill him first before me, let him impurify the hell, at least the earth should be clean where my Bible lives in. He’s the one people should really be scared of; mafias aren’t a joke and he just taught me that. Living with Bible, it seemed so smooth but every moment with him reminds me of darkness and death. I can’t think beyond that.

The image of her, my spiritual guide, lost in a whirlwind of carnal debauchery, shattered the last remnants of my faith. The horror intensified as I saw Sister Mary, the strict disciplinarian who had always scolded me for the slightest transgression, locked in a debauched embrace with Sister Avery, the sweet and gentle sister who had taught me the Bible verses. Their sacred sisterhood had been corrupted, their once-pure bond twisted into a profane caricature.

‎This wasn’t the Uncle David who joked with my dad and me. ‎This was a man fighting temptation… and losing it. ‎ "Continue what you were doing," he commanded as he fully stepped in front of me. ‎Fuck, this is crazy. ‎God. ‎The way he said it, it sounded raw and hungry and it sent heat spiraling through my stomach down to my lower abdomen. ‎'He wants to watch me touch myself!' I exclaimed in my mind. I don't know if I should be shy or happy. ‎I swallowed, burning with embarrassment and excitement. I bit my lower lip and then slowly started moving my fingers inside my pussy again.

Pastor Alozie only sighed while a flying demon with pointed ears flew between him and the goddess with a loud cackle. “You are free to do whatever you want to do after you successfully do it to Jesus Christ…” Upon hearing the name ‘Jesus,’ she felt as if someone splashed hot water on her face. When she’d recovered, she regained her balance and ran atop the corpses towards the Pastor who had begun to recite several portions of the Holy Bible with all his strength. In a terrible rage, she flung the Bible from Pastor Alozie’s right hand and grabbed his neck with both hands. Pastor Alozie didn’t seem worried, he simply grabbed hers and soon they both struggled to balance atop a female corpse. Th

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.