Novel & Cerita Keeping Faith Novel

I didn’t know exactly what PTSD looked like, but I had a strong feeling I was dangerously close to heading in that direction. Since returning, I’d been constantly on edge. Holding myself together took every ounce of strength I had just to avoid completely breaking down. It was hard to believe, hard to trust that the royals were telling the truth. That they hadn’t harmed them. That they were still alive. That we would actually get the chance to save them. I didn’t know whether my faith was foolish or not, but it was the only piece of hope I had left, so I held onto it with everything in me.

It surprised him how instinctive the gesture was. At home, faith had once been strategy. Then it had become fire. Later, it turned into responsibility. Now, in the city, it was the only familiar thing that had followed him intact. He opened it without intention, letting the thin pages fall where they wished. His eyes moved across words he had read before, yet tonight they felt strangely unanchored—like letters looking for a voice. He closed the book. “God,” he whispered, unsure whether he was calling or accusing. “I am here.”

I feel myself become firm and I have to place my travel bag on my lap. The stewardess passes me with carnal approval. The last time I flew on this plane, I relieved myself sexually, as appealing as that is at this moment, I try hard to refrain. Thankfully, the stewardess crew is new and none of them smell appealing. I concentrate on the situation to come to distract myself. I know the risks that will befall her, it is dangerous for a human to associate with a Vampire, the death of Lucinda proved that. If this girl is the keeper of Eliza’s soul, I will be there this time, I will not let her be harmed. Eliza, I was not able to prevent our lives from falling into death and darkness. I am so sor

“Hi, Ana or should I call you love? I’m writing this while watching you sleep. I have always like doing that, it’s like a fresh air after on a sunny day and a water after a day in the desert. You never failed to amaze me. Everything you do is fascinating and I will admit that my heart broke when I found out about the lie… and it will take a while for me to regain my trust back but after the day I had with you. I now want to have a day like this for the rest of my life. It’s sounds cringe but I meant every word I wrote. Give me time, and I promise you that we will be together. It may be not now but soon. I’ll explain everything to your sister and I feel sorry to break her heart but it’s you t

Another battle with code. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes burned. But when her app finally compiled successfully, her heart fluttered. “It works…” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. Then, quieter: “Thank You, God. Please… let this be the start of something.” Her faith was faint, almost fragile—a whisper she wanted to believe but rarely had time to nurture. Across the hall, Amara Burnett lay sprawled in her silk sheets, her phone buzzing nonstop. BOARD REMINDER: Presentation at 3:00 PM. Please have your projections finalized.

The pain and desperation they felt; not knowing anything, had Faith sobbing against his chest again, praying to God in silence. “She’ll be fine. Let’s have faith. That’s your name after all.” She looked at Gunner with a teary smile, grateful to have him in her life, bringing positivity and love into her heart. But she was still afraid. Afraid to be homeless, afraid to lose Cheyenne, and afraid that the whole situation could one day strain their relationship and end up separating. No, Faith. Don’t think that way, she scolded herself. Noah and Cindy walked into the room, rushing by their side before taking them both in a much-needed hug. Faith broke down in her mother’s arms, while Noah patted

This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.

--- Fear and faith colliding. So she nodded. --- And somewhere outside, eyes waited. Phones lifted. Stories ready. --- Let them. --- Because for the first time, Daniel was not running from the fire. --- He was walking into it holding her hand.

“What are you talking about?” Joe said, reaching over to wipe my tears. Through the watery blur, I caught a glimpse of something unsettling in his eyes—an unhealthy obsession, a madness barely concealed. My hands clenched tightly behind me. How disgusting! Was he trying to replace my mother with me in his twisted mind? I quickly turned my head, taking a step back. “James loves Mia more than he loves me. If I marry him, how can I guarantee my children would have a father’s undivided love?”

“I just think I need us to just gist, probably you have something to tell me, I just felt you are not free enough here” “You shouldn't expect me to be very free, it's not easy” “I understand and I am sure very well you will be heal and fine” As I talked with Noah, I could feel his kindness and sincerity shining through. His words were like a warm blanket, enveloping me in comfort and support. Yet, a part of me remained cautious, wary of trusting someone so quickly after the betrayal I’d suffered. Anna’s presence was a gentle reminder that this new life, this house, was now my reality. The adjustment would not be easy, but Noah’s reassuring smile gave you a sense of hope.