Great Christian Books Novels & Stories

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

Our counseling sessions had continued, not because there was anything wrong going on between Damien and I but because I needed answers for future issues. "We're both growing and sometimes I fear us backsliding and giving up on Christianity because of how clueless we are." I opened up to her. "The solution to this is to commit to growing. Through more time spent fellowshipping with the brethren and giving yourself to study. There are several Christian books that can guide you on your journey and the Bible is the number one book to look to. It is God's Word." She said. I nodded, "Book recommendations?" "Sure." I took out my journal and jotted down a list of books as she mentioned the names and

I whisper it to myself as the yellow cab drives off. I gulped in a shaky movement as I looked up at the snarling black dragons guarding the entrance, and the archways are bright black in a row. A sacred site dedicated to a dark deity or a black dragon is the symbol of enlightenment and a new beginning. I stared and read back at the poster I am holding in awe, wondering how could be real and made me come here out of curiosity of giving such an advertisement that they are hiring for a helper offering a large income. The details are not wrong, too. - about the address, the date, and the year are today. And looking at the designs and templates, it was digital.

again. Kane was always there with us. He patiently taught Xavier how to fight and shoot, and every night, he’d read him bedtime stories. The way he looked at me was no longer the respectful gaze of a subordinate toward his superior. There was something deeper, one I couldn’t quite understand. One afternoon, I was working in the study when Kane came in. He set a cup of hot tea by my hand. “Godmother, you should rest.” “Call me Pia,” I said, meeting his eyes.