Jesus Calling Novels & Stories

( He asks feigning concern) JUDAS : I am fine my boy, just old age with its problems as always ( He replies with a carefree chuckle) KLAUS : Just die already, old man ( Klaus mutters to himself ) JUDAS : What was that??... Did you say something my boy?? KLAUS : I am asking why you called for me your Grace ( He replies wide eyed with worry that Judas might actually hear him if he didn’t keep his thoughts to himself) JUDAS : Oh yes, of course. I called for you because I was feeling lonely, so I thought I’d invite you over for a chat ( He replies with a chuckle) KLAUS : Your Grace??

“And I don’t think it ever really was.” Elora stepped forward, Declan’s fingers sliding easily into hers as she moved. They separated only when distance required it, the change so brief it barely registered as she stopped one of the priests crossing the courtyard. He turned toward her with calm attention, silver threaded through his hair, his expression open and unguarded. “What is this?” Elora asked. “A calling,” he said. “From whom?” “From the gods,” he answered. “Together.” Declan stepped close again, his hand finding her back as naturally as breath. “The Concord?”

Jennifer said shaking her head "Yea,but the sad thing is that everybody isn't going to accept this truth or believe in it" "Why?" Jennifer asked. "It's plain and simple of what the bible says" "Most people rather believe in men instead of their own God. Many are called but few are chosen" "Many are called but few are chosen. What scripture is that?" Jennifer asked "Matthew chapter twenty two and verse fourteen" Sophia replied "How do you know if you're chosen to be into this truth?" Jennifer asked

When to use her hands. "Jesus," I breathed. "You're so good at this. Such a good girl." She hummed around me. The vibration nearly made me come right there. My phone rang. The call. Fuck. I answered. Put it on speaker.

I then washed my face with the remaining water and sighed in relief. I sat still feeling sleepy, I closed my eyes. Ring…Ring…Ring I opened my eyes to the sound of ringing my phone, I felt hope in the dark as I quickly answered that call. “Hello, Hello.” “Ella?” It was an unfamiliar voice. “Help me, Help me.” I started shouting for help and the person on the other end went silent. “Ella, I am the priest. I know about Oliver, you need to come back here so that we can save him.” He said and I nodded my head. “Ok, I will come but where?” I asked as my mind wasn’t working properly at the moment.

Joshua and Theodore were ready for their mission that was a little bit complicated. Theodore was very eager to teach that man a lesson. They both woke up early in the morning and decided to do a background check on the man's whereabouts. Theodore was waiting for Joshua in the living room when he got a call from Joseph. Theodore picked up the call, "Good morning, angel." "Good morning, Theo," Joseph replied. "Why did you call early in the morning? Did something happen?" Theodore asked worriedly.

Jared wanting to saying something with a proud face stopped talking when Lucifer's phone rang. “ She is calling me ” Lucifer said as his face lit up. Like, comment

“Nadia! Nadia wake up!” Paul repeatedly calls Nadia and forces her to wake her up. He lowered it to one side for a moment and leaned against the wall. “Nadia, can you hear me?” But no matter how hard he tries to wake her up, she can't hear him because it's unconscious. He first felt that the lady's wrist if she still breathing and he was about to lift her on his back again when suddenly a man approached them. “Honey! Hon.” He called her.

From the ringtone, I know it’s not mine. Jude’s face falls. “That’s Jade’s ringtone.” I release a breath I wasn’t aware of holding. It’s just Jade. “I would ignore it but if she’s calling this late I think I better answer,” he explains. I shrug. “It’s cool.” He climbs off me and reaches for his phone on the bedside cabin. “Hey,” he answers, running his hand through his hair. “Hey Jude!” He has her on loudspeaker. “I need your help.”

Therefore, I stayed silent, and thankfully she gave me my phone to make a call. But who would I call? I don't want to trouble aunt Lucy, she is with kids. George and Zaya weren't in the city either. They are on a vacation. Then who? Christian… His name echoed in my mind. However, I wondered if he would listen and believe me. “Make haste!” The officer urged and I hurriedly dialed his number. “Please, please, Christian, pick up my call!” I pleaded to myself as I kept calling his number.