He Blessed My Soul Novels & Stories

Don shifted Nikolaos to his hip and brushed his thumb against his son’s soft curls. I lit the shamash and moved with confidence. I’d done this. I’d practiced. I’d read transliterations, watched videos, and triple-checked my pronunciation. I would not botch it. Not this time. Yet as I cradled the flame and opened my mouth, the importance of it filled me. Not nerves. Not insecurity. Reverence. Don stood quietly by my side as I began the blessing. “Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech ha’olam…”

I had never felt so beautiful in my life. Everyone took their seats and my mother walked me to Dante and gave him my hand. “Be good to her,” she muttered, finally allowing him to take me up onto the platform. The ritual master appeared. It was time. Dante squeezed my hand tight in anticipation. “We are all here today to witness the Goddess bestow her blessing on these two souls. Her light, subtle, warm and beautiful are a manifestation of her softness, kindness and beauty. Dhe blesses her people with strength and the capacity to love, the capacity for souls to be bound together firmly and eternally.”

“Can I hold you?” “Yes.” That one little word comes out as a sob that tears me apart. I pick her up and plant her on my lap. I bring her head to my chest, resting her cheek on the mark as I lay my hand over the one on her shoulder. “We are blessed you know.” “How are we blessed? I keep telling people the gods never bless me – they just find increasingly creative ways to make my life hell.” “Is that so? What about me? They gave us to each other.”

Curse her and say she was dying? "I didn't know she was sick! And how is her death automatically my fault? Have you already forgotten how she used to bully me when we were kids? She pushed me into a patch of wolfsbane! I nearly died because of her! She hated me! Why would she ever die for someone she hated?

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

please don't do this. "oh, but I do have to I'm going to send a message to my friend stone ."thinking and imagining the the worst .I waited for the worst to happen but nothing. I let out a sigh of relief but I felt tears cascades down my cheek. I seen the silver of the his trusty scale glistening in the dim stairway . " now be a good girl and scream..because I will make you hurt ." After a few Swift flicks of his wrists. everything went black this time I embraced the sullen oblivion.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

“Yeah, yeah….go ahead and do it then….”. “Aw, come on, boss…enjoy it….…..OH DEAR LORD!!!!!…..PLEASE HEED MY PRAYER!!.and bless this soul before me!!….”.(Bishop Agabo)

"Oh, don’t cry yet, sis. Make a wish first and blow out your candle. Come on!" I laughed at Fellice's silliness so tears welled up in my eyes. I just followed what she said. I closed my eyes and uttered a prayer in silence. Thank you, God, for all the blessing you have given me. Even though I lost Mom, Dad, and even Yvor, you have replaced them. Much more from what I am needed. You never let me be alone. Now, I just wish for everyone's happiness and hopefully, they all stay beside me forever. Amen.

"Amazing grace, how sweet that sounds... That... That saved a wretch like me. I.. I o... Once was lost but now I'm found. O... Once blind, but n... Now, I see. T'was grace that taught my h... Heart to fear A.. And grace my fears relieved; How precious did t... That. That grace app... Appear The hour I first believed. " I sing from my broken heart in hopes that he wakes but nothing changes. Authors Narrative; Sonia had prayed to God and unknown to her, she just sent a zap through Desmond's body. Her prayer to God had been answered. The loving father {God} is taking his sweet time to mend all the complications in Desmond's body.