Christian Fiction Novels & Stories

I might have gone a bit overboard with the toys, not that Christian complained and Malachi had just given me a look that I couldn’t decipher. Christian and I spent a lot of time together. I took him to the beach and taught him how to fish. We went for long walks in the woods where I ended up carrying him on my shoulders. I read stories to him at night and I missed my mother every day. “Just one more story please, Kiran,” Christian begged me and I read one more. It was hard to say no to that face. “At the rate we’re going, we’ll need more books soon.” Christian smiled sleepily at me and I brushed the hair from his forehead.

,Christian screamed, whimpering in pain. He started rubbing his body with his palms, trying to remove his touch and his marks all over from his body while crying over his fate. "I am not giving you any chance again to play with my emotions, no matter how hard it will be for me to control myself. I swear.",Christian promised to himself while rubbing the soap harshly all over his body. *** Dear readers, you can follow me on In$ta, "author_anjali ", to stay connected to me and my upcoming stories. I will wait for you all there.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. Any illegal reproduction of this content in any form will result in immediate action against the person concerned.

Christiana was ready to reclaim her voice, to rewrite her own story, and to forge a future guided by her own strength and convictions. Christiana sat alone in her study, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm and contemplative ambiance. The room was adorned with shelves of books, each filled with stories of strength and resilience. As she perused the titles, her mind wandered to the situation with Tiger, and she found herself grappling with a difficult truth.

This time we both laughed together, she really was amazing, her voice, her laugh, her hands, and her sense of humor were incredible, refreshing. "Thank you," she said pulling me out of my thoughts, "I really appreciate that you like it, even knowing that you didn't want me to touch you forty minutes ago." "Yes, well, I'm not very adept at contact," I replied, embarrassed. "Christian Gray," she whispered almost voicelessly now working my legs. “What?” I asked confused, "Who’s that?" She gave me one of her laughs again. "He's a fictional character from a book who doesn't like to be touched because in his childhood someone put out cigarettes on his chest," she explained, pressing my right calf,

The book club ladies were in fine form this afternoon. Margaret Thompson sat primly on the floral couch in a rented out space close to the library, a half-empty teacup balanced on her knee, her Bible study notes open on the coffee table. The conversation had started with the latest Christian fiction novel — something about redemption and resisting temptation — but it had drifted, as it always did, into more personal territory. Gossip dressed up as prayer requests. “Speaking of temptation,” one of the women said, lowering her voice with dramatic concern, “have you heard what’s going around about that poor Thompson boy?”

But she couldn’t quite place it yet. The prayer continued, voices rising softly together in devotion. Yet beneath the peaceful surface of the chapel, a dangerous secret had already begun to grow. And secrets inside a convent… Never stayed hidden forever The Strings She Pulled The convent had returned to its usual rhythm. Morning prayers. Quiet meals. Hours of chores and scripture study. To the other nuns, everything seemed normal again. But for Christiana, something had changed. She had discovered something powerful. Power didn’t always come from authority. Sometimes it came from knowing someone’s weakness.

he murmured, reaching forward to press a soft kiss against my skin. I blushed, and he smiled, swirling his fingers once more across my skin. “So, what's your plan for tomorrow?” I asked. “You must have some family who you need to contact or something, right?” Christian sighed and shook his head. “Nah,” he said, nonchalantly, as though there were no feelings about it either way. “Christmas hasn't been a big thing to me in a while. Usually, I just work my way through a bottle of good wine and maybe a couple of movies, things that I don't have time to do at other times of the year. And normally, if I get lonely-” He cut himself off, and I raised an eyebrow at him, guessing what he'd been about

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

On the other side of the room, a bookshelf sat in the corner, displaying an assortment of well-arranged books and a few files. In general, the room felt cozy and peaceful. It was just... "Wow! " Christiana exclaimed in awe. She headed to the bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the books and finally landed on a novel. Christian's eyes lit in excitement and she took it. It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER.