Gospel Stories Novels & Stories

"Knowing there is God is different from believing in Him. If you believe in God, then why do you keep on sinning against Him? If you believe in God, you shouldn't go around placing yourself in front of temptation that will lead you to sin." Jewel's face became serious. "What's with that tone, Gideon?" Gideon sighed. "When I married you, I thought you're a believer. Only now I realize that you are not, Jewel." "So you regret it now?" she asked in a whisper. The wind blew past them and strands of her hair flew in the air. She casted her gaze down and sighed. "What's the gospel?" she asked. Gideon looked beyond the forest. “The gospel is the burial, death and resurrection of Christ." He sat str

I'm not as good at explaining as I thought I was. "Oh not at all, the bible to me is more of a guide to this thing we call life. The stories in there are more of motivational stories, something that one can relate to. All the stories there just show you that no matter what you're going through, God can pull you out of it, even if you're the one who got yourself into it." "So is it wrong that I've never believed in him my entire life?"

Before I said what they are, there is this interesting story about it: When Bia was smaller than she is now, one of the boys at the( yes, the same boy from the other time) port asked Bia if she had a bible at home, and if not, if she wanted to buy one. Bia asked the boy what a bible was and the boy said it was a book where the world of god was written. Then Bia asked back what the world of god was, and the boy spent a long time thinking about it. When he found an answer he replied: — All that is right and the rules that make us good and fair people. For that Bia replied she already had one of those at home. And I need the book the boy was selling was also a dark leader book, the only differe

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

Darkous cared not for idle chatter, his mind focused on catching a glimpse of his three most trusted companions; his true friends. People congratulated the young prince on his mate’s pregnancy, the rumours of her mortal birth spreading. The immortal law forbade Darkous from consorting with mortals, only the young prince did it anyway. When he met Lilly they were both young, and Chronos had sent Darkous to a mortal school, claiming his son too weak to attend an immortal one. After a while the young prince fell in love, giving his heart to a mortal as she gave him hers. Lilly was still early in her pregnancy, the sickness only just fading as the signs of growing life began to show. The prince

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

Her God knew he tried. It was funny. He thought back to how much she loved her catholic God, trying so many times to convince him to join her in her worships, only to make up a different excuse every time. He was not the religious kind. He dismissed it as nothing more than fairy tale and stories to scare the children. After the incident he eventually tried to ask him, no, beg him to save her but nothing happened, which only further solidified his belief, and yet, here he was. He laughed to himself and steeled himself even more.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Paul ordered Keith and walked towards the counter. “DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY YOU OLD MAN!” “How dare you talk to me like that! Get out of my shop right now!” Mr. Paul exploded. “Shut up!” Keith pushed Mr. Paul, his head hit on the side counter and he died on the spot. “OH NO! WHAT HAVE I DONE! Mr. Paul! Mr. Paul!!!!” Keith was sweating and shaking when he realized that he had killed Mr. Paul. Keith rushed out of the shop and ran home because he knew everyone would doubt on him if he stayed there.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.