Faith Seed Novels & Stories

"Laura, who needs marriage! Let's head to the sperm bank and be the heroines of our own stories!" My best friend Melissa Shaw was shaking me with excitement. As I looked around the familiar lab, I suddenly realized that I had been reborn. After a string of weird blind dates, Melissa and I had decided to pick some top-notch sperm at a private clinic for IVF. Melissa's voice buzzed in my ear like a bee as she urged me, "Laura, look. There's a PhD holder from Kingsford University here. If you choose his sperm, the kid will definitely be super smart. Go for that one!"

Selena hissed, her voice a weapon aimed at Faith's confidence. Taking a deep breath, Faith centered herself, her voice radiating a quiet determination. "I don't know what the moon goddess was thinking when she paired me with the king but I hope you both will solve that mistake by marking each other soon, Your Highness," she declared, her words a testament to her resilience. The grand empty living room seemed to hold its breath, the gravity of Faith's conviction filling the air.

"He is a new person now, Sia. He has changed. He is very less like the man I used to remember the one I admired. He sat with me, and we talked about his life. I was so happy just to be with him. He is a miracle. I hope... I hope God blesses you with one too, just like He did with Nathaniel." He paused for a moment, his thoughts wandering to a conversation from the past. "One day, Coco and I were talking about how we didn’t believe in God, how we both thought faith was meaningless. We were sitting with Grandmother, questioning everything. We wondered why people put their trust in something they couldn’t see, couldn’t touch. But now... now, I realize something. Everyone needs faith. Without it

I replied in a low voice. We both got to our climax, and Cassius shot his warm seeds inside of me, both of us breathing hard like we had just run a marathon race. I fell on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “ I might get pregnant with your seeds inside me, what do we do?” I asked, my voice low, and my whole body filled with sweat, despite the AC. Cassius was quiet for a while. He didn't say a word. My heart began to race. What if he didn't want a child?

“You’re not doing this alone.” “I’m not activating anything. I’m just speaking to it. Let me try.” I approached the seed chamber, watching the glow shift from cool blue to gold as I neared. I pressed my palm to the interface. A flood of emotion hit me like a wave. Not thoughts. Not words. Just feelings. Raw and tangled. Curiosity. Fear. Love. Confusion. The seed was scared. Just like me. “I’m not turning away,” I whispered. “No matter what I hear, or what I fear—I will not abandon you. You were born of trust. Grown in hope. I’m still yours. And you’re still mine.”

Chapter 8 “you will not believe your eyes.” Joshua said as he excitedly led the way and some of his classmates were right behind him. “just what is it already? I’m already tired of walking, I am hungry Joshua.” Cordelia who was following him, lamented. “me too, you said it will be a surprise, but so far my foot hurts, let’s stop for a bit.” Felicia complained as well. “Don’t worry, trust me. It’s worth it. We’re almost there.” Joshua said anf immediately the girls whined again.

he asks him. “She will anchor belief,” the newborn god replies. “And belief will anchor her.” “Meaning?” “She will solidify.” The word chills me. “Into what?” “A symbol.” “I am not a symbol.” “You are already one.” The whispers shift tone. We feel you. We see you. We trust you. My chest tightens. “I can feel them,” I admit. “Their fear. Their hope.” “That is power,” the newborn god says. “It is pressure.”

: using the combined resonance of the three home worlds to create a psychic bridge across the Andromeda Reach. "I can see the destination: Mommy," Maya whispered: her voice echoing through the pack link like a silver bell. "It’s not just a signal. It’s a colony of 'Star Seeders'. They’ve been waiting for the Milky Way to wake up for an eon. I’m holding the light for Toby... but the bridge is thin."

“So we start now. We start simple. And we build from there. One experience at a time. One lesson at a time. One moment at a time.” “Where do we start?” “We start with rest. With sleep. With the human need to stop and recover and exist unconsciously for a while.” I lay down on the floor. Using my cloak as a blanket. “Watch us sleep. Watch us surrender consciousness temporarily. Watch us trust that we will wake again. That is faith. That is hope. That is one of existence’s strange beautiful things.” Kade lay beside me. Close. Our bodies are touching. Finding comfort in proximity.

Author's Note Dear Reader, Welcome to Beautifully Unfaithful. This is a story about betrayal, but perhaps not in the way you expect. It is about a woman who spent years carrying everyone else's expectations while quietly starving inside. It is about grief that was never healed, love that became a weapon, and the devastating loneliness that can exist inside a marriage long before anyone walks away from it. Laurel Cruz Leonard is not a perfect heroine. She makes choices that many will question. Some will judge her. Others may understand her far too well.