Good Morning Holy Spirit Novels & Stories

I heard my trembling voice ask: - Who are you? - I am the Holy Spirit, also the Devil, the Good and the Evil, the darkness and the light, the life-saving straw and the deadly trap. I was born from the heart to destroy the heart, came from humanity to destroy humanity, Nostalgia. - Human, don't be afraid. I come to you with a choice. Tell me, you will believe in my existence, protect the other half of my soul; Or will you doubt me, leaving her life and death?

Way to ruin my morning. “Hello? You had better have a good reason for calling so early in the morning.” I groaned loudly, bringing the phone to my ears. There was hesitation on the receiver, irritating me even further. It was bad enough to have woken up with a nasty boner, now this? “Fucking speak up.” “I apologize for waking you so early, my Lord. But it is important.” I rubbed at my eyes with the back of my hand, propping myself to a sitting position. “What happened.”

It seems I've to sleep alone tonight. "Miss , Bath is ready ", Ash informed me . I sent her back , because I want to bath alone .But the sad thing is, I slept in the bath and got nagged by Ash . In the first place, it is her mistake to wake me up so early in the morning .( the so called early is 9pm). Then , I prepared some handy medicine and holy water ,it costs an arm and a leg ,because it's rare and has healing abilities. Even , in the church only few Pope and prophets has holy magic . it's only used for Royals and higher nobles.

or maybe you won't really accept my hoely spirit anymore. ‘Lord, thank you for being nice to me. Thanks for giving me my talent, a brilliant mind that does not need a lot of effort to understand the lecture. Thanks because I already have almost everything. I hope you deprive others of what I have. Lord, I hope our competitors in business will also go bankrupt. Only then would mommy's political rival be removed from office. Hopefully cut out the tongue of the Marites who love to backstab me, those who are beings of insecurity the 'mahadora'. Most of all I hope to make that stupid Dean fall for me. Let me have him as my toy, I will cherish him until I pass him to his next rightful owner. In t

I fight the urge to smile and continue pushing my hands back and forth through the dirt, switching the language to English and repeating the chant. “I call upon the spirits of the beyond. Help me awaken the child taken before his time. Help me bring life to the one stolen too soon, and keep him pure of heart and mind. Free his soul from repercussion and allow him to come home to those who love him. “I offer you my service, no matter where and no matter when. Give back the child and take my promise. Spirits, I envoke you! I, Jenna Eden, kneel before you as your devoted servant. I beg of you, give the child to me!”

“Thou makest darkness, and it is night . . . ” Mr. Vespers (as he’d so inappropriately been dubbed) dragged the girl off the roadway by the wrist of her dislocated arm and moved toward an eroding drainage ditch nearby. She came to long enough to start struggling again, her shrieks of pain muffled from the gag as she tried to get free. He kicked her once in the skull and suddenly she didn’t look young or pretty anymore. “ . . . hear me, O nameless King. Let my prayer arise in Thy sight as incense. And let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice . . . ”

' And their voices became one cry. "–Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven, give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us," She heard bells ring and believed someone had spotted the Athànatoi. "–And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from every evil,even this evil that is upon us, Lord. "For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory. Forever. Amen."

She unfastens her stitches as I clasp her cravings from the moment I rolled rapidly - we both let our whispers and screams of amusement out of the air till we fumble drowsiness. I woke up as I feel the morning on my face that cascaded in from the open window. The sheets of goat's milk blanketed my chest and the underpart of my abdomen. A crumple of cloths below the bottom side rail strew. Dazed from what prevails last night was not considered to come about like I was inhaled some sort of drug. "Good morning Hotshot" Deliana set her shoulder while gripping the mug loaded with morning coffee with hazes of warmth.

Then I rolled off the bed and went on my knees by the side of the bed as my early morning routine demanded. "Dear lord, it's me again. Thank you for waking me and my family this morning, thank you for another shot at improving our lives, this day look upon us and give us our daily bread, amid help those who can't help themselves during this tough times of war. The likes of Blake, dear lord open his eyes...Amen"

In my defense, I'm doing a service to humanity. I lift my gaze toward my father. "Okay, according to this site, 'Bible Today'—what kind of name is that, anyway?—it says the poor possessed person should be tied up. Apparently, the evil spirit controlling their body—these are the exact words—tends to get violent at the sight of holy water, a cross, or a Bible." I look back at my dad, and we both turn simultaneously toward little Amanda, who’s smiling at us, completely clueless.