Books On Finding Faith Novels & Stories

version of a shifter. During the lunch break, Faith retreated to the library. Since she now owned the school, she had a private study in the back of the archives. She was looking through her father’s old ledgers when Leo burst in, looking more frantic than usual. “Faith! We have a problem. A big, legal, annoying problem,” Leo said, slamming a folder onto the desk. Is it about the Trust? Faith asked.

Just because I need to see it. To prove to myself that there are walls that don’t echo with accusation. Floors that don’t creak under the weight of expectation. There’s a bookshelf in the corner. Dusty. Paperbacks that haven’t been touched in years. I run my fingers across the spines. One catches my eye: Man’s Search for Meaning. I pull it down, but don’t open it. Instead, I sit in the old leather armchair and let the weight of the book ground me.

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

The book title says "The Golden Book of Mysteries" Sandra looked at it and mumbled to herself "Good I found it in Celestial kingdom long back. Now let's see more about you in this book Faith sister" Saying so Sandra smirked.

I mustn't give in to the spirit of fear or all the walls I have created around my heart will come crashing down. Since fear and doubt are the complete opposite of faith I knew for certain that I must not give In to them as everything would be ruined. I can't backslide since I have come this far can I? And since there was no one I could turn to... I can only turn to my God. Brother Paul said in the book of Hebrews*.... Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, disregarding its shame. *

I then decided to do some meditation before going back to bed as it's too early to be awake. I stood up from my bed and walked towards my cupboard and after searching briskly for minutes I finally found what I was looking for. It was a book with a black hardcover. It's The Bible. I kept it in a secluded place because I knew that I'll be dead meat if my mom or dad should find it there. My village Served Idols, They don't believe in God so anything about Jesus Christ or the Bible is completely forbidden. I was once an unbeliever like them till I got converted after encountering Christ after listening to the Salvation message by one of the foreign Missionaries three years ago when My Friend was

"WHERE ARE YOUUUU, ANGEL!" Alex opened the door and rushed inside. He grabbed Rhys tightly, pulling him into his arms. Rhys was crying like a child, his body trembling. "Brother," he sobbed, "please please bring her back to me. I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this." Alex held him tightly. "Brother, she's gone," he said softly. "You have to control yourself." Rhys screamed, "No! She's alive! I've seen her in my dreams! She misses me, she calls my name and I swear, I'll find her. I'll find her soon!"

All of a sudden, I remembered Sabrina's word 'For us to open that box, we need their priest or a book that will give us the instructions on how to open the box' I need a book that will give me the instructions on how to stop this, I thought and started looking around the room. My mind told me to go to the unconscious priest and I followed my mind. I walked to the unconscious priest and searched him. "Bingo" I said when I found a book inside his right pocket and started going through it. Finally, after thirty seconds, on page forty-two, I found what I was looking for.

I don’t know if I want to know the truth anymore. I’m standing in front of him now. My heart is pounding in my chest, but my voice is steady, calm—forced. “Charles,” I start, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I found something.” His brow furrows. He’s always been so composed, but now there’s a flicker of concern in his gaze. “What do you mean?” I don’t waste time. I hold up the letter, letting it fall between us. “This. What’s it about?”

That nothing much hasn’t been said about the Crimson Circle doesn’t mean nothing hasn’t been said at all. I lunged for my shelves, my eyes narrowing as I studied the titles of the books. According to my father, everything about groups that ever existed was covered in religious books. That’s where I was going to find it. That’s where I was going to find what I was looking for. My enhanced vision helped, and I scanned faster. I stopped at certain religious titles and pulled out five thick books, carrying them to the desk and letting them drop. Sliding the parchment inside Henry’s journal, I picked up the first book and opened it. The smell of dust and old paper hit my nose hard, and I suppress