Faith Novelas e Histórias

Fahira was aware that her sins might not be forgiven, but at least when she prostrated, a sense of peace filled her heart, as if God was embracing her affectionately. As on this night, she prayed a long prayer for her late parents, hoping that she, a weak servant, would still be worthy of meeting them one day. Fahira was grateful beyond measure because until this moment, she was still showered with God's blessings. Trials and tests that came her way were merely bridges for her to draw closer to Him. Fahira was sure that God loved her very much. These trials and tests were proof of God's love for His chosen servant. Everything would be beautiful in its time, and Fahira believed that happiness

"It is. Not your fake birthday as Skyler, but your real birthday. I think it's important that Emery Starr be represented in this new life of yours, even in a small way. I happen to think she's pretty great." "Thank you," I said, trying my best to keep my tears at bay. I will not break. I will not break. I will not break. "Your birthstone- red garnet- also signifies protection, friendship, trust, and commitment," he rambled, completely oblivious to my tears. "I thought it was extra fitting for our situation. I figured wearing it could also remind you that I'm here for you; always." Welp... so much for not breaking.

She seemed to sigh in relief, “Thank god.” She blinked hard, seemingly a tear running down her cheek. Fuck. Did I just make the bride-to-be cry? I moved my hand up, trying to console her. “You okay?” I asked, “Don’t cry-” She shook her head, smiling. “No-no, thank you.” Alexandria smiled, “I’m okay.” She took in a deep breath, her chest filling. I nodded, not trying to press matters further. “Let's head back in, your fiancé is awaiting you.” Alexandria cheerfully nodded, wrapping her arm with mine. We decided to head back in, and I led the way, trying to be supportive.

Saphra spent her life running from the man who destroyed her world. Lucien, the ruthless Alpha of Darkveil, wiped out her pack and left her with nothing but memories that never stopped burning. And she had sworn that she’d find him one day and kill him. But when she finally infiltrates his fortress, her plan falls apart the moment their eyes meet. The man she’s hunted for years turns out to be her fated mate, unknown to her. And soon the reality of what had transpired dawns on her. Now she has two choices. To kill the man she had lived to hate, or save a prophecy.

"That's hope." "No," Eli said. "That's faith. And there's a difference. Hope is passive. Faith is active. Faith is doing everything you can and then trusting the process." I wanted to argue that this was bullshit, but I was starting to see the flaw in my reasoning. Because actually, he was right. We could control the conditions. We could set up the environment where authentic stories were more likely to emerge. We could structure it without controlling it. "I'll develop a production framework," I said. "But I'm not committing to the authenticity approach without seeing proof of concept."

I stammer, terrified and ashamed. “You couldn’t control yourself…” she interrupts, already knowing everything that happened from hundreds of kilometers away. “Was that why?” “Only the alpha who holds your heart will help you decide whether there is evil or goodness in you. He will mark you.” My heart tightens and the air grows heavy. “You must become one. The bond can tremble, hesitate… but it can never break. You can touch whoever you want and put them in a trance, and show them what you see and feel… but every effort of darkness will paint your heart black…”

Peter flashes across my eyes but I brush it off just as quickly, I’m not a pushover either. Deep down I know it wasn’t my fault, fates hands work at the speed of interpretation to no one but something’s stirs in me for what was taken from me. My friend. Shaking the thoughts out Ken gives me my drink. Her smile cracks a bit but she fixes herself and goes to walk off, a sense of urgency overcomes me, “Does Ken stand for anything .. longer?” I hesitate with my words, seems I forgot how to speak. She looks back surprised written all over her face but she comes back and smile so sweetly and warm my chest tighten and I fight the urge to close my eyes. It feels like acceptance.

"Noah Gabriel . This is the day. A new beginning. Even if you love Benjamin so much, you know him, you understand him, but lets say its a new start. From zero. From tonight, he wont be your boyfriend. He would be your husband. The one to stay by your side forever just like you. The vows, the promises you make tonight, make sure to fulfil them always. When you promise to stay by his side in sickness and in health. When you promise to support him in rich or poor. When you have to promise him to wait for him and trust him in his job. When you have to believe him with everything he tells you. You can ask him but you cant confront him out of jealousy of any rumour.

“I thіnk ѕо.” “Gооd, truѕt іѕ a hаbіt, іt’ѕ a muѕсlе. Whеn уоu uѕе іt, it gets ѕtrоngеr. Yоu mіght bе аfrаіd, but I wіll hеlр уоu gеt through thіѕ, оkау?”

I was crying hard at the end of that confession. I finally had said the words. My heart felt so heavy. How did i get myself into this situation? Sheka looked at me with compassion. "Baby it's gone be alright. I know you a little confused but you make the right decision for you. We can't live your life." She got up and came to the other side of the booth. She put her arms around me and gave me a sister hug. I cried long and hard. I didn't know if I was giving Damien false hope or was it a one night only thing. I do know i was wrong. I was the one that asked him to sleep with me. I had a lot to think about.