Great Christian Reads Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Nah, just leave him be, he such a loner, you know?” I slap Drayce’s shoulder. He didn’t feel any pain, since it was just a soft tap for him. “Drayce, why are you so indifferent about him? Can’t you see he is feeling depressed?” “Ha! Why would a god feel like that? They don’t have any emotions towards mortals. And that guy, he is only showing it to lure you and keep him.” “Don’t be a jerk. And don’t think it that way cause it’s not. I am going to keep him just because he was pitiful.”