Experiencing God Kindle Novels & Stories

everything went black around me, the past, the present or the future in which I am living, nothing makes sense anymore, maybe I am going to die today at this moment and never reappear in my whole existence, his touch was burning my body, wherever he touched me is burning like a hell and I do not want to submit to him, I do not want him to get succeed in his notorious plan. he touched my waist again when everything was black around, a fainted light appears right ahead of my eyes, maybe god has come to take me back to that place where these humans doesn't exist as they are horrible, the most horrible creatures of the world are, maybe god has come to take me to save from getting drenched by him

“I wonder why it took me so long to admit this. I should've known I was living in denial from all those times when I'd open my Bible and cringe at the scriptures that speaks against homosexuality, and even those times when I'd be very afraid to open the Book of Revelations just because of the powerful messages it holds. I knew I was living an unclean lifestyle but I never wanted to embrace the truth, until two nights ago.” “Two nights ago?” Isioma pointed out. “What happened?” Jordan's eyes widened at the memory. “For the first time in my life, I heard the voice of God, Isioma.” He revealed frightfully. “His voice was soft, calm, astonishing, unlike anything I had ever heard before. As hard

Warning: This book contains violence, sex, and some sensitive situations. Please read at your own discretion Enjoy! This is my opinion mixed with my beliefs with some syfy/spiritual elements to it. Having an open mind here would make the experience of the book enjoyable. This book is not meant to offend or attack or even to give education. It is solely what I believe from My God to tell a story inspired by worldly events and societal issues. I say believe what you feel to be true to you. At the end of it all we will see what happens once we are put to eternal sleep. This story was brought to me in memory of my mother in law. Warning: This book also contains situations that may be uncomfortab

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

“You are called by our gods.” A warm sensation climbed through her spine up to her neck. Her skin tingling. What a wonderful emotion to be chosen by the gods! She forced herself not to be afraid, set siding all fears and doubts. She raised her palms to test the fire. She felt the warm and burned all the negatives away. She allowed the fire to consume her until there’s nothing much to do but close her eyes and surrender.

She found solace and strength in her connection to the divine, knowing that she was never alone on her journey. Through prayer, meditation, and moments of deep introspection, she nurtured her relationship with God and fostered a deep sense of inner peace. As Rita embraced her symphony of faith, she experienced a profound shift in her perspective. Challenges became growth opportunities, setbacks became stepping stones, and every encounter became a divine appointment. She witnessed the synchronicities that unfolded in her life, recognizing them as the hand of the divine orchestrating her path with purpose and love.

She wondered, and where did the power come from? Elika’s eyes widened suddenly when a deep searing pain erupted through her chest, slithering down into her stomach as it jolted; violently churning in an unpleasant motion. She leaned forward, desperately clawing at her chest as the pain worsened, her mouth filling with a strange metallic liquid. It felt as though her abilities were attempting to destroy her from the inside, her petite frame straining against the unnerving power that dwelled within her. She curled into a tight ball on her side, unable to handle the gut-wrenching agony that split throughout her lower chest, each breath causing her stomach to twist in painful movements. Elika be

she said smiling like someone who just won a race. The preacher spoke of destiny—not as a distant dream, but as a present calling. He spoke of fire, of awakening, of moments when God steps into a man’s life and rearranges him from the inside out. He spoke of encounters that feel heavier than emotion, deeper than romance, stronger than fear.

They shook me frantically, but I gave no response. The enlarged faces before me slowly overlapped with the twisted faces buried deep in my memories. Those filthy laughs and vicious curses seemed to echo beside my ears once more. The disobedient children screamed themselves hoarse as they were dragged away one by one. None of them ever came back. Only blood-soaked clothes remained. Suddenly, I clutched my head and shrank backward desperately, my trembling voice barely audible. "I'll be good… I'll listen… please don't hit me…" It was as though I had completely fallen back into my own world. As though I were trying to escape something unimaginably terrifying. All at once, I tore free from their

“Truly, they’re all madmen who aren’t afraid of death!” Divine Will shook his head as if he didn’t understand why humans would be so persistent on their own heavenly path. Even though it was clear they couldn’t fight it, they still kept trying—even if they failed, they’d keep doing their best until the end of their lives. This felt absurd to the Will of Heaven watching them; even though he was just a clone of the original messenger, he still had confusing feelings about the lives of these lowly beings here. “You’ll never understand that, O Will of Heaven. Only when you are truly about to die will you understand what I mean! So wait, wait for karma to come to you, and at that moment, you won’