Novel & Cerita Historical Christian Fiction

Besides, she was almost done with the atonement child when I walked in earlier. Her current book was titled, a vessel of honor. Written by a renowned christian writer, Rebecca Brown. A devoted christian who was willing to go through hell for the kingdom's sake. Her story had never ceased to amaze me, as not everyone who calls himself a christian is willing to go through that much for the kingdom. Most prefer pleasure to actually doing the things of the kingdom and it's really saddening.

“But no deal made in secret council years ago, before I even met Tyler, binds me or this child.” Christian cleared his throat behind me, and I felt his eyes on Lucien like twin daggers. He crossed his arms, half-smile curling at one corner of his mouth. “Oh, I love a good ancestral scandal,” he drawled. “Nothing says ‘family bonding’ like a blood‑oath you only remembered yesterday.” Lucien’s nostrils flared. “You would mock a debt you’re not part of.” Christian shrugged. “Mockery is my second language. But please, continue. I’m dying to see how you twist history in your favor.”

He thanked her and focused on arranging the books properly; the last thing he wanted was for the father to tell his mother that the books were poorly organized, which would lead to sermons he couldn't bear. The books he was organizing had titles in Roman and Greek. They dated back to ancient centuries, their covers were faded and old, and so were their illustrations. Most of them were about Christianity, some about sects related to it or sects against it. He just wanted to finish quickly. He crouched down to pick up another pair of books when the cover of one of the books, which was in a large pile, caught his attention. He took it in his hands, removing the dust. Out of all the books he had

Some very strong coffee would do the trick. When the manuscript first appeared on her desk at work, Anna thought Vashti’s Daughter was a work of fiction. The name Vashti in the title, was evidence the theme was Jewish. Jewish Historical Fiction was a genre Anna had absolutely no interest in publishing. Except for exchanging occasional gifts at Hanukkah, or attending Elaine’s Purim party, Anna wasn’t really, so she couldn’t understand why Nate’s “ghost voice” would have insisted that he give her and only her the manuscript. For the longest time, Anna didn’t reveal her religion. She owned several ornamental Star of David necklaces, but never wore any out of fear of standing out or attracting u

Our perfect moments of love till eternity. Author’s Note Dear cherished readers, If you’re here, it means you’ve journeyed with CRAVING THE ENEMY’S HUSBAND from the very beginning, through the heartbreaks, revenge, reunions, battles, and the ultimate victory of love. You’ve walked beside Christiana in her darkest moments, stood with Bryan as he fought for his memories and redemption, and witnessed the downfall of Bella, whose shadow loomed for decades. Together, we’ve navigated a world of passion, vengeance, and survival.

"Wow, that was a lot to take in." Christian said nothing, instead he closed the book. "What is that book, anyway?" Christian ran his hand over the cover, "our history. Well, not just ours but the gods and titans and faeries." "You mean fairies?" Christian chuckled, "you will know the difference soon enough." "There's a difference?" He nodded, "but that is nothing to worry your head about. The Fates gift this book to all Alpha’s, Horde leaders or whoever governs over a Supernatural being, once you open it and find what you seek. It sucks you in, taking you back in time."

“All you’ve got are circumstantial records, Christian. No hard evidence. No one’s going to care about what Annette Fournier did or didn’t own a century ago.” Christian’s fists clenched at his sides. “You really think you’re untouchable, don’t you? You think you can rewrite history and get away with it?” Josh smirked. “I think you’re grasping at straws. Face it, Christian—your family’s legacy is built on lies, and nothing you do can change that.”

Elizabeth’s POV I had finally reached out to Christian through one of his ever-faithful workers, the same ones he kept sending to deliver gifts I hadn’t asked for. A few days ago, he sent me fifty pre-release books. Romance novels, of course. Top-notch titles that weren’t supposed to hit shelves for months, yet somehow Christian had gotten them early. I’d binged through almost every single one. They gave me a peace I hadn’t felt in weeks, curling up in their stories, forgetting my own. But what unsettled me more was how he knew exactly the kind of books I loved. That man noticed everything, even the details I thought no one else did.