Feet Worship Novels & Stories

Worship made me blind. Now I see. Now I take. Now I become the kind of man who doesn’t break. Because broken things don’t bleed. They cut.

A vibrant, energetic voice booms . “ . . . an that’s why, me dear brothers’n sisters, we must lay down our infirmities at His Unknown Feet an accept all the wonders’n glories He has in store for us! He’s ready an waitin to work His Grace and remake us inta His Unknown Image, that powerful’n great Father from Beyond Time’n Space . . . ” Father Ward swears under his breath and hits scan again. The next song is a welcome relief, though also highly ironic, considering our return to Clifton Heights.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck!” “Shh, baby, the boys will hear you.” I whispered, pulling my husband flat on my chest and kissing him like a famished man. I lifted his hips and started moving mine instead, feeling grateful for having the robotic legs due to being able to pleasure Ryder and not always being the pleasured one.

One of the police officers waved his hand in annoyance to cut Donald off before questioning Gigi, "Do you dare to claim that you didn't push Ms. Swan down the stairs?" Frank and Martha started screeching loudly, "Answer him, Gigi! Go on. We're all here, so no one can bully you!" Those two readily accepted the supplements I gave them every month and happily had me at their beck and call. But despite all that, to them, I was nothing compared to Gigi.

I smelled the sour stench coming off it and forced it down even as I gagged. I had tried looking for work, but there was nothing I could do with my injured legs. I could not even manage the simplest manual labor. With no other choice, I could only beg for money with that old man and sleep under a bridge to stay warm. Fortunately, I still had the old homeless man with me. But one night, he came down with a high fever. I panicked and wanted to take him to the hospital, but every driver who passed refused to let us in once they saw what we looked like. Looking at his feverish face, I hated my useless legs for the first time.

Her voice was filled with venom, and Chris couldn’t fathom all that deceitfulness into a church. He felt like rolling up his eyes, but was able to craft an apologetic nod. If it were up to him, the only thing he’d be worshiping on Sunday morning was his woman. Oh shit, those thoughts needed to stop. Kiara was not his woman. But damn, she should be.

Teddy is turning to face her and looking at her intently; he is not kidding. "Te-bug, are you aware that you are too young to hold such views? Before you get old enough to consider me your future bride, you still have a lot of rice grains, bread, butter, and milk to sample. My thoughts are still random, and I have no desire to play any nasty games.” Disgusted, Ericka snatches Teddy and wraps her arms around his frail frame while Teddy gratifies her by kissing her on the face. The worship hour began with a song from Psalms and a hymn of worship, inviting the Holy Spirit to lead the unique event for God alone and with His believers.

I'd wandered right into her den without even realizing it. "Ms. Parker, do you enjoy body massage services?" Vivian Thompson asked. I forced a polite smile and shook my head. "Not really. Something about those places just… feels dirty. Like it'll give me bad luck." She let out an amused laugh while her eyes glinted with mockery. "Well, you're not wrong. This isn't exactly a reputable establishment. Next time, I'll take you somewhere better. I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

“But let this servant do his part…” I slip away in an instant, heading for the door. “No. No more of that. Not from you.” “Christian--” I close the door on him before he can say anything further to upset me. His every word is upsetting, his maddened tone, his fixed, fervent stare… Since I was born I have been worshiped – placed up at the head of a practical cult… A cult that has now seized hold of this entire city, with its long-reaching claws stretching all the way to Washington.

Her mother and Nervy, who push her to join with their sharing’s, are made fun of by the squad at this point. “Of course, we can all experience it; we just choose to ignore it or reject it. But I was curious to know the answer, so I looked into it. Eventually, I saw people dancing, singing, and frustrating themselves in worship while raising their hands and shouting for joy to their Lord. I also knew that building had many statues of holy figures, with one man hanging on a cross in the middle, which is where my parents used to pray and converse. So, I asked the man on the cross: “Nancy pause for a while,