Novel & Cerita Finding Faith Books

Below them seemed to be normal humans and animals. She wondered where the building the two deities were hovering over was on the continent. She walked to the shelf beneath the tapestry and skimmed the titles. Most of them seemed to be religious books about the deities and creation, but there was one titled The Great Conflict. She pulled it from the shelf and opened it to the first page.

He wondered what kind of books she likes to read, or if this is her way to find something around. Mateo doesn’t trust her, and she doesn’t completely trust him. If it wasn’t for her father telling her to come to see Mateo, she wouldn’t even come near a man like him. His eyes followed her to the bookshelves. His eyes were on her hands – he wanted to make sure she doesn’t place anything there or take anything. He tilted his head and witness her eyes squinting as she look through the titles of the books, many of them foreign to her. Faith tied her hands behind her as she looked through the books. Mateo noticed how she was muttering something under her breath as she go through them.

He can’t hear clearly what she is saying, so he stood up, and walked toward her bed, he lowered his face to get close to her face to hear what she is saying. “Don’t please don’t wu … wu it hurts please wu … wu please young master wu … wu don’t do this to me wu … wu … wu please”, Niya murmured with tears falling from her eyes. Adam Wilson felt like someone stab his heart, he was in so much pain. He thought in his heart, ‘I became a nightmare for you, why it happened like this? Why had God done this to me? I have been trying to figure out a way to make you mine, but I never thought of doing it in such a cruel way. God, you must hate me now Niya. Please don’t hate me please let me fix everythin

Chapter 23: The Truth about Him Faith’s P.O.V “Here you go,” David pointed out to the isle that had all the books related to disaster management. “Try the books written by Heather Shaw and Kane Westwick, so far they are the most helpful ones you’ll find on the subject.” “Thank you so much, David,” I told him gratefully. “I’d be totally lost if you didn’t help me out here. This place is massive!”

I’ve already given everything I had, and now God wants to take my last precious thing, my world, my Misthi. I went to the terrace, just wanting some peace. When I reached the last few stairs, my legs gave up. I sank down, sitting on the cold steps. Tears started to fall, my whole body trembling. “Why, God why me, always?” I whispered. “I can’t take it anymore. Please, help me” But deep inside, I knew no one would help me. No one ever did. For the first time, I felt truly broken. Misthi’s words echoed in my head

I said sarcastically and noticing my barely concealed frightened expression, Logan sighed. "Look, Joy, it-it all depends on our beliefs until we actually die and find out the answers. The answers to your questions cannot be found in some-some book or from some saint or-or from another person unless you share the same beliefs. It depends on your perception, faith, whatever you want to call it. If you love the- for example- if you love the taste of pizza, it becomes your favourite food. If you love a certain myth or if-if it gets in your head, it becomes your belief just as most of us believe that-that good deeds leads us to heaven because we want people to be good."

“Mya pops her head down. That’s because the king sleeps beside her every night. You can sleep up here, Faith. There’s lots of room. I got books you can read.” “Hey you never told me you had books up there!” “You always fall asleep quick, didn’t think you needed a book.” “Oh, I guess you have a point.” Faith climbs to the top bunk, and I lie there staring at the board on the top bunk. “You’re not snoring yet? Do you want a book on witches?” “I don’t snore!” “Yes, you do.” Faith laughs. “Faith pops her head down and hands me the witch book, and I start reading.”

her voice broke “—I could’ve burned everything. I could’ve burned you.” Something dark and fierce lit his eyes. “You won’t. You’re stronger than it. Stronger than them. I know you are.” She wanted to believe him. His faith felt like light in a cave, steady and blinding, and yet… doubt curled inside her, sharp and cold. What if the pack’s leader had been right? What if the fire wasn’t just inside her—what if it was using her, whispering in ways she couldn’t even hear?