Isaiah 43 1 Novels & Stories

What were the secrets that he had concealed, and how much were they involved with what we were fighting currently? My feelings weighing down on me, I walked through the packhouse. It was a quiet evening and the hallways were empty, but my thoughts were far from still. I did not knock when I arrived at Isaiah's rooms. Isaiah was sitting by a fire with a book of prophesies open upon his lap as the door opened beneath my handrevealing Beside a fire, Isaiah sat with a book of prophesies open upon his lap. His bright eyes tilted slightly as he raised his head. "Logan," he said in a flat, yet cautious, voice. "What brings you here at this hour?" I walked into the room and said, "You know I'm here,

I smiled faintly, not even denying it. Then I went straight to our room, closed the door quietly—and locked it. The silence hit like a wave. No laughter. No footsteps. No one asking me what rhymes with ‘grace’ or whether ‘hallelujah’ was too cliché. Just me, a notebook, and a head that wouldn’t stop spinning. I sat on the bed and read the verse we’d drawn earlier. Isaiah 40:31. ‘But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength; they will soar on wings like eagles…’

He mentioned last night that he wanted to read it. Behind the sound of delicate pages being rolled between my fingers, I hear the loud trickling of water. His eyes are set on me and he makes himself comfortable, a smile spilling on his lips which I catch from the corner of my eye. “Isaiah, chapter 54, verse ten I wanna speak about...” “Yeah, sure.” “So it says, “Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken, nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the Lord who has compassion on you.”

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

Isaiah explained on the other end of the line. “Is that so? Then you don't have to pick me, I'll just go there myself." she thoughtfully said. “ I'll look forward to That" Isaiah replied before ending

Isaiah reached her, panting with difficulty, she exhausted him as he followed her and tried to stop her. He kneeled near her not knowing what he should do or say in such a situation!! "I hate him, I hate him Isaia, he never stops forcing me to hate him, he doesn"t even try to win me over to him, cold and cruel and frightening and conceited, if he doesn"t want me let me set free, let me go, I hate him."

1 Peter 1:13 "Complete the race that God has set before us." II Timothy 4:6-8 "People of God, give Him glory." Isaiah 42:12 "Let us abound in Faith, Love, and Hope." 1 Thessalonians 1:3 He spoke Bible passages out of the blue. Jouri frowned at her. "You are quite weird, oldie." The rabbi closed the Bible he is carrying in his pocket, and breathed heavily. "Jouri, you are not a Jew."

He stood beside the bed, staring at her, but Isabella didn’t look up or acknowledge his presence. “Isabella.” He called out. Isabella didn't respond, didn't even flinch. She just kept staring at the wall, her eyes empty and hollow. Isaiah sat down slowly on the bed, his hand touched her feet, "It's okay to feel pain,You don't have to be strong right now." He whispered.

ISAIAH: "Isabella, it's been two days now and you are still ignoring me." ISAIAH: "Is it because of the video-sex we had last time?" Isabella rolled her eyes and responded, "Of course not," as if Isaiah could hear her. ISAIAH: "I promise I won't force you to do anything you find uncomfortable. Just give me a response, please. Tell me you are okay, so I can be fine. Tell me I did nothing wrong, Isa."