Bible Scripture From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Sophia replied "I wish things were different" "Me too but that's how the cookie dough rolls" "So,the bible isn't a religion book?" Jennifer asked "No,it's our history book that tells us who we are,who the others that put our people into slavery are, what happened before slavery,what made slavery happened,what happens after slavery and all that other stuff that I still need to study on" Sophia replied "So,what's the history books that they put in the schools?" Jennifer asked "A book full of lies and dookie" Sophia replied

"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."

"I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live, yet not I, but Christ lives in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me" "Wonderful, a round of applause, please" "Therefore, if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away, behold all things have become new...where is that in the Bible?" "John 7:38" "No, that one is 'He that believes in me as the scripture had said: out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water'...you get?" "Oh, my bad. Misplaced it. Thanks a lot" "You are welcome"

the old man said, distracting him. The red coloring of its leather cover had faded almost entirely. The paper was stained with coffee and many pages had dog-eared corners. A few notes had been penciled in by previous owners. The stitching on the old fashioned binding was loose. “Looks pretty beat up.” “You know, back in the sixties,” Oh Jesus. “We got all into this sort of stuff. Everyone wanted to expand their horizons, man, beyond all the Bible stuff they’d been programming us with since like birth, or earlier even. So we did all this stuff, like with Crowley and those guys, to see the mystic side of life and take stuff to help us do it.”

Rudolf adds. Rhoda is constantly reminded by God's Word, which gives her wisdom and strength to pray unceasingly that the gangsters don't forbid her to do, and she believes that everything happens as a result, including miracles, as she reads" 1 Chronicle 16:11-12: 'Seek the Lord and His Strength, seek His presence constantly.' "It is said here,”

“Behold! The great wh*re of Babylon - the Mother of prostitutes and her bastard lover!” The sight of Paul, and the sound of his mocking them, caused Nancy to tremble. “You are an abomination on this earth, Paul continued, “a succubus whose appetite knows no bounds - and by tomorrow morning, the entire world will see you for what you truly are.” Nancy recognized his words from the Book of Revelations, and they terrified her. “What are you doing here?” she cried. Please, get out of here!” Noah looked at Paul, and then at Nancy, and for a second, she was sure that he was going to stand up for her. Thus, it felt like her world was crashing in on her when he walked towards the door instead.

I need your wisdom, Lord. The Bible I was holding fell down wide open. The pages flipped and brought my eyes to the book of Proverbs 19:9 – A false witness shall be punished, and a liar shall be caught. I would be punished from my wrong doings. I lied. I had a discreet sexual relationship with the member of the congregation. I would be punished for I was false witness and a liar. I hoped I would not be caught but God was not sleeping for he knew everything hidden down the earth, and he would give me what I truly deserved. The curtains swayed back and forth from the breeze whooshing and roaring thunder came afterwards which brought me to sleep.

"What's the Apocrypha?" Completely disregarding the game between them, Soartin sat back, "The Apocrypha is a collection of books intended to serve as part of the scriptures of Truth that the church deemed too..." he twirled his hand before him in thought, finally ending palm up, "for lack of a better word, troubling, to add to it," he finished. "But also too enigmatic—again, for lack of a better word—to destroy. Simply put, they are books with questionable origins, either by plain existence or content." He leaned forward and moved a piece. "Evangelist Trakael wrote most of the books in the collection, and is the most enigmatic author of the Apocryphal." Sethlzaar moved his king from harm's w

As he closed the nearly 200-page scripture, the gold glow shimmering on the cover and the faint pulsing energy vanished at once. Then, with a soft thud, it dropped to the floor.

Pallor stared at it cross-eyed. “Um. Back, demon horse thing.” I waved the Bible around, then misted the air with holy water. Pallor licked his lips, eying the flapping pages. I sighed. “You'd think the Vatican could issue how-tos on exorcisms.” My fears of being trampled eased when Pallor began to plead. He kissed his lips, begging. “What?” I asked. He stared at the Bible. I knitted my brows.