Letter To A Christian Nation Novels & Stories

Even though Christian was in obvious pain, he forced himself not to make a sound. Such a stubborn fool. The door knocked twice, and Leonard walked in. Seeing Noelle, he greeted her, "Ms. Xanthos." Noelle's eyes were red, but she didn't respond. Christian opened his eyes slightly and said, "Don't tell anyone I'm injured." Leonard nodded. "Tell them I'm on a business trip," Christian added. Leonard raised an eyebrow, "Bro, with a wound like that, how long do you think this 'trip' will last before people catch on?"

"Just keep quiet for a while and listen to what I have to say." "Okay," I answered, obeying him. "Your mother and brother will be leaving soon, so, I can tell you what had happened in Spicy groove," dad said. "They are just here to give you their blessing in you, starting a new life in Spicy Groove." So, dad did win Christian's heart back for me, after all, I thought happily; not wanting him to see me smiling. I lower my head, shyly, fighting myself inside from smiling while I bite my bottom lip, continuously.

she remembered as she looked up at Lani. "Lani, I don't want to overstep but there is something I actually wanted to talk to you about..." "Okay?" "I'm assuming you know about Christian's brother and father?" "Yeah, I do..." "Oh, good! That would have been a mighty awkward situation if you didn't!" Gracie laughed as the pair continued their walk, "Well, you see Lani, Christian... he's hurt, deeply - or he was, at least. The last time I saw him, he looked so hopeless but now, he has this gleam in his eye..." Gracie began, "As a mother, it's so beautiful to see my son so full of hope when I thought he'd be drowning for the rest of his life, and, I know that you play a big part in that."

"And I was trying to reach Christian! He isn't picking up his phone, Nino! He could be dying right now!" "And calling a civilian is going to help him?!" Nino scoffed, throwing his hands up in pure frustration. "You are incredible. Absolutely incredible. Christian is out there bleeding to keep your worthless skin safe, and you're in here making casual catch-up calls like you're at a spa! I told him bringing you back was a mistake but he didn't listen." He looked up at me with mild disgust, scanning me from head to toe. “He never listens when you're involved.”

Leo found him jogging towards them but averted his gaze when he stood in front of him. Christian huffed, “Grandpa!” He said but there was no response from Leo but the latter waited for him to complete his sentence, “I don’t know why we have this gap between us because as far as I remember, we used to be so close to each other. You and grandma raised me and you both will be forever far more important to me than mom and dad. I can’t bring back grandma but please don’t leave me on my special day.” Leo glanced at his wristwatch. “Are you done?” He asked, and Christian’s heart clenched with pain watching his cold behaviour towards him. “I am getting late for my flight. Congratulations and wish yo

He began to pace back and forth on his short, stumpy legs as he said, "This letter isn't really a letter of alliance. It's a letter that will push our nation past the point of no return!" Rowan looked up sharply and stared at Maximillian in disbelief. "What makes you say that, Your Majesty?"

His friend started to draft the document on his computer. “Great! Honestly, knowing how crazy he is, I wouldn’t be surprised if he drags her back to ‘that place’ by force.” “Rich people make me sick, thinking they’re untouchable just because their parents made a fortune.” “Yeah, well, I’m counting on you,” Christian said, heading out. “I’ll email you the signed order as soon as it’s ready.” “Okay,” Christian replied. The moment he left office, he called his wife to inform her to explain the situation. They were to meet up at Deborah’s place.

After what seemed like an internal struggle, Christian finally spoke in a small voice. "Shiloh, I don't love Peyton. I only want her to have a child for me. You know that the business needs a male heir, but you refuse to have a second child. That's why I had no choice. Don't worry, the person I love most is still you. Once the boy is born, I'll cut ties with Peyton and let the child recognize you as his mother." I laughed out loud at the absurdity of it. "Christian Clark, are you out of your mind? Do you think any normal person would agree to this nonsense? You cheated. Don't try to dress it up as noble!

“I’m not a wicked person, you know. You sound like I’m out here trying to kill him or something.” “Then why?” Adrian bit out, jaw tightening. “I just wanted time with my son,” Christian said simply. “My biological son. You understand that, right?” Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “He’s not a possession, Christian. He’s a child, an innocent child. What gives you the right—” “Right?” Christian interrupted, his voice now deeper, more sinister. “You’re asking me what gives me the right to be with my own flesh and blood? You’re raising him like he’s yours. Posting happy pictures. Laughing. Playing father. Like I’m dead and buried.”

“You really want me to say it?” Angela nodded. “Yes. You say it.” Leon dipped his head slightly. As he moved, the lenses on his nose caught a sharp glint of cold light. His voice still carried its usual warmth. “An apology letter is nothing more than cold words typed on a keyboard. No matter how heartfelt it sounds, the writer could still be cursing under her breath. “In the western outskirts of Northhaven, there’s a church known for answered prayers. Miss Fox might as well go there and livestream her repentance for a full week.