Bible Passage From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

" I interrogated while trying not to flush. I have a strange sensation Arthur just said a Bible scripture in hushed tones so I wouldn't be able to ask him any more questions. For some strange reason, his prior statement prompted me to wonder if such a section exists in the Bible. "Yeah. It's in Romans 5:8, but it doesn't include your name. I'm the one who inserted your pet's name into the bible passage." Arthur spoke briefly before his voice drifted off. "And, if I may inquire, why did you suddenly bring up the Bible?" Arthur inquired because he was perplexed as to why I had abruptly brought up the subject.

And if we think Bill’s guts are terrifying, can you imagine what we would find inside Frank? “Right,” Frank says, grinding the barrel deeper. “The Bible said nothing about going down on rock stars, because rock stars hadn’t been invented when Jesus walked the Earth. Can I get an Amen?” “Amen?” Bill mutters. In the rearview mirror, his nephew continues his pursuit, wisely dropping back a few car-lengths. “You’re damn skippy.” Frank tucks away the pistol and flops back in his seat, adjusting his collar with a few deft tugs. “For the love of God, Bill, why are you always so dense?”

This was one of the places I found my peace. My gaze flickered to the guy in grey suit on the chair beside mine, as he flipped through his bible to find Matthew 26:52. Even after the pastor had gone on to another verse, he didn't seem to be impatient. He continued flipping pages after pages, as slowly as a snail. It was obvious he didn't know Matthew was the first book in the New testament. My lips twitched, itching for a smile. "Marco, Matthew is the first book in the new testament."

Kass' red robes billowed as he slowly rose from the Church army. He held a book in his hands. It was the holy book! "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me…" He slowly murmured the scriptures. Finally, he closed the book and reverently placed it in the inner pocket of his chest. Then, he threw a devastating punch through the air toward Storm City's gate. His fist initially glowed with just a tiny spark of light. But by the time it was about to strike the gate, it blazed with brilliant white light like a blazing sun falling to earth.

“What the hell am I meant to do with this?” The monk’s eyes burned with irritation at his swear word and Eli gulped, whispering an apology. Turning away from him for a moment, he returned with a large bible and plopped it on the desk. “Open the book of proverbs chapter 30, verse 8. And read it aloud.” It took a moment for Eli to find it, but when he did, he cleared his throat and croaked. “‘Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither povery nor riches, but give me only my daily bread.”

I just swallowed and nodded weakly . Then saw something under his arm. He followed my gaze, his smile growing even bigger, if that were possible. He pulled out his own yellow hardcover copy of The King Wears Yellow, which for some odd reason, finally moved me to speak. “Where . . . where’s your Bible?” Something flickered in his eyes.

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

it quoted in the dark, “ ‘behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat.’ ” “Ah . . . Luke,” said the Reverend, still facing the doors, “one of my favorite Gospels. Then again, there aren’t that many of them. To what do I owe this pleasure, Jack Lawrie?” Silence. “I think you might know.” Julian turned around and looked upon the man with the shock-white, crew cut hair who stood at his pulpit, thumbing through his Bible’s pages. “Know? I’m sure that I don’t. You read German, Mr. Lawrie? How quaint.” He smirked. “Do be careful with that. It’s very, very old.”

"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."

’ Gideon asks, his wolf nudges a small shelf lined with books that all look handwritten, the pages are yellowing telling me it's old and when I pick up one of the copies I find the pages greasey like it's been handled too many times. ‘The Holy Bible: How God wants a pure world.’ I read for Gideon; it's hard to keep the disgust out of my voice, of course God has been dragged into this. Look at any point in human history and you will find religion as the reason why men hurt others. I holster my gun; knowing Gideon is standing guard allows me to flick through the Bible without care for my surroundings. The first page is all about how God created the world, nothing I haven’t read in an old Bible