Bible Handbook Novels & Stories

Beneath it was various other books, none that I recognized except a translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls. “I know it can be intimidating and unnerving to think the answers to what you’ve seen these past few days...and to more than you know are mostly contained in this. But trust me. When I finish educating you, it will all make sense.” And there was his hand on my arm again. I knew now this wasn’t his way of flirting, but his way of consoling. I looked at the mound of books. He cracked open the bible to Genesis, chapter 6.

“You’re aware of that, right?” “Partly?” I said. “Okay good,” she said taking her bag. I frowned, wondering what she’s on about. When she doesn’t say anything for a good minute or two, curiosity gnawed at me. “What does that mean?” I asked. She pulls out a small handbook from her purse and hands it to me. I take it with my good arm, not wanting to strain the other one any further. “This belonged to Emmanuel’s father,” she said with a small smile. “This was…” she flipped the cover for me. “his business plan draft. Carried it everywhere with him. It was like a Bible,”

She said. Valerie sighed. "Okay, but can I see the bible or whatever it is you call it?" She asked. Sidney nodded. "Yes!" She said. She retrieved her bag from the far end of the couch where she had dropped it earlier and removed the big book. She handed it to her and sighed as she watched her opened it. Valerie placed the book on the small table next to her, and opened the next page. Inscribed on the front page, read: DO NOT READ IF YOURE NOT PART OF THE HUMPHREY'S FAMILY.

I'm not as good at explaining as I thought I was. "Oh not at all, the bible to me is more of a guide to this thing we call life. The stories in there are more of motivational stories, something that one can relate to. All the stories there just show you that no matter what you're going through, God can pull you out of it, even if you're the one who got yourself into it." "So is it wrong that I've never believed in him my entire life?"

he asked in a low voice. Only then did Kimberly realize she was holding a Latin version of the Bible. He had already taken the thick book from her without waiting for her to respond. He put the bothersome book aside. His cool voice became more profound, "In the Old Testament of the Bible, there is a poem that doesn't carry any religious colors. It's devoid of God or deities, speaking only of the girl he loves." "Do you want to hear it?" "Mhm." Kimberly felt his wandering hand; her cheeks flushed red, and she casually replied.

Every morning, we would pray before we commenced our day and something about the prayers made me feel better and lighter and gave my day a smooth running. My dad hated to hear about the church, he had banned us from attending church services because according to him, religion indoctrinated people and enrolled them in the school of slavery, but mom and I still read the Bible in our quiet and prayed and life was just as fine. I flipped through the pages of my Bible as I read random verses, muttering some prayers alongside. I prayed to God for Sammy to have a change of heart and for my dad to heal and be fair in judgment between the both of his sons because I was tired of being treated less.

But at the front door, he said something, words leaving his tongue laboriously. "The Bible," he whimpered to me. Immediately, I ran back into his office, rummaging through the mess. It was in the most obvious place I didn't think to look in - on the last standing bookshelf, as the last standing book - the Hebrew Bible. And the irony was piercing - Abraham looked through every book that Ben owned except for the holy book itself. A book that would most like burn Abraham or his minion's hands if he were to touch it. Purposefully ignored, this sacred book had the parchments tucked throughout the pages of the 18th chapter of "2 Kings." My hands graced the leather cover, gliding over the "Holy Bib

I unwrapped the package with the care of a priest handling a sacred text. The notebook. It wasn't much to look at. A simple, black leather-bound journal, its cover worn smooth from years of handling. But the moment my fingers touched the familiar texture, a dangerous calm settled over me. The panic was gone. The confusion was gone. All that remained was purpose, cold and absolute. This was my bible. My grimoire. My vengeance.

"How I envy you." "Why?" Holly asked, noting that what she had assumed was a Bible was anything but. In fact, as she paged through it, she realised it was a handbook belonging to The Corporation. What 'The Corporation' was was a mystery to her. But even more baffling was why the book was in Latin. "You are still so young and can afford to be impulsive," Rowena replied, taking the book from her. "Impulsive?" Holly frowned, irritated at the subtle jibe.

She sat in the chair she’d previously vacated but kept her bottom on the edge, ready to leap up. Stella pulled out a drawer in her desk and brought out a book titled Angel’s Handbook. It wasn’t very thick and would easily fit in the palm of Helen’s hand. “Now, this book contains information for every job an angel might be assigned. You’re going to want to carefully read Chapter Six, ‘Fixing Things Up.’ It will explain everything to you.” Stella handed the book over, knocking over the paperweight in the process. She righted it as Helen opened the volume.