Christian Novels For Men Novels & Stories

I step out of my room and slip quietly down the dim hallway, my bare feet padding softly against the cold floor. I reach the lower level and turn toward the kitchen. I push the swinging door open and step inside. But the moment I step in, my eyes catch someone. Christian. He is standing near the counter, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. The amber liquid catches the pale moonlight streaming through the large windows. My breath catches in my throat. What is he doing down here? My eyes lock onto his chest. Damn… He is shirtless. Completely bare. I have never seen him like this before. He’s always in those boring suits that make him hot as fuck, no doubt, but this… nothing compares to shi

But if Christian notices, he doesn’t say anything, just continues spilling his heart out for me. “I kept reading because you were reminding me, every day, what humanity was. And that it was worth fighting for. People like my father, like my brothers?” Christian sits back hard in his chair and shakes his head. “They don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves – they weren’t raised to. Everything is take, and exploit, and break so that you can get what you want. But you know what they didn’t have?” “What?” I breathe, fascinated, completely swept away by the passion with which he speaks.

Funny how the man I got married to a few hours ago, had no intentions to save me, if anything, he wanted me killed and out of his way. Pain shot through my chest like I was stabbed with a dagger, but I tried so hard not to show any emotions. Devils like Vincenzo feeds on emotions and I wasn’t letting him feed on mine. “It’d be a win if I take your wife along with me to the afterlife. Wouldn’t it?” The mob leaned forward, his breath fanning my ear. “Say your goodbye to your husband who wants you dead." My heart lodged in my throat and my survival instinct kicked in..

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“But… why?” “Your little plan has its own benefits. You can use it to your advantage starting from now.” He smiled. “It’s just how men are. They’d go crazy if their women kept pushing them away and playing hard-to-get. It’s an irresistible challenge, so to speak.” She scowled. “That’s probably how you feel. Michael isn’t like that.” Why did he keep on implying something romantic between them? It was seriously tiring. “Tsk, tsk,” Christian said with a shake of his head. “You don’t know how men are like, Camille. Especially when it comes to the woman that they’re chasing. You’ll have to trust me. Men are all the same.”

"Two weeks." "What do you teach?" "Art history." She almost smiled at that. "Not business?" "I left that world a long time ago." He stepped back into the hallway. "Get some rest. We'll talk more tomorrow." After he left, Christiana wandered through the hallway. She noticed paintings on the walls, abstract pieces with bold strokes and dark colors. They felt raw in a way that did not match the sterile house. She stopped in front of one that looked like a storm, all blacks and grays with a slash of red cutting through the center.

He never normally parked there, he must have moved the car after myself and the other volunteers had left. On the drive back home my heart was thumping in my chest....I never would have guessed my Grandma was sexually active! She was a Church lady, always going on about her Church stuff....and Father Brown!??? He was married! With a young daughter, and a gorgeous handsome wife! He was a Minister in a Church for gods sake!!! I couldn't believe it. I was already so exhausted and in shock I fell instantly asleep. I dreamt that I was in my Grandmas position, bent over Father Browns desk, my Grandma at the door watching and giving her blessings....

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“Hey, Phelan Darius, that's a bit insulting. Having a rumor with me is the dream of so many people, don't you know? Obviously a talented, handsome man, you and I are too matched. Is there something between us that is not worthy?” “Brother, what you don't deserve is… you're not a woman. And I like women." Christian is silent. In fact, he also likes women. It's just that he likes to tease his best friend a little. No wonder the press kept buzzing that two straight men like them were in love. It's funny indeed. Rumors can only be extinguished when both openly love women, for sure.