Letter To A Christian Nation Novels & Stories

he told him. “Well, no. But he has heard about-” “I believe I said I am not interested in anything he says,” Christian interrupted with a low growl. “You know me well enough, I’m sure. If that man has no news in regards to my mother, he is nothing more than a dead man people worship for nothing.”

So I decided to write the letter to Alpha Donald’s son explaining my perspective and asking Alpha Donald’s son to consider giving peace a chance. I also offered to meet with him one on one to talk through his concerns and answer any questions he may have. I sent the letter off, hoping for the best. A few days passed and I was anxiously awaiting a response. Finally, a letter arrives in my office from him “Alpha, the letter has arrived from him. Should I read it out?” Alexa asked. “Yeah… sure. Go ahead.” I said. “Dear Alpha Duncan, thank you for your letter and for taking the time to explain your perspective.

“Very well. Then let me ask you this instead, where are Kathleen and Scott? They are together, right? Looking for her? Why didn’t you tell Kim and Junel? At least we’ll know where to find him. He’s not answering our calls. Jess needs him, now that she’s about to give birth.” Christian drew in a deep breath and then started swearing in Bisaya, a widely spoken dialect in the Philippines. “Yawa man diay ka! If you only came here for that then you’re worse than me. Stop caring about Samantha when you care much about that other woman. I’m not putting up with that duality. He just wanted to make his image a bit pleasing for these.” The newspapers scattered on the floor when Christian flicked them

“It has to be done. The system can’t force people anymore. The letters will remain… but only as warnings, not as chains. That’s the only way to end it responsibly.” Her mother’s lips trembled, then curved into a faint smile. “I’m proud of you.” ⸻ Ava knelt and began writing. She chose her words carefully, each one deliberate, each one carrying the weight of experience, fear, hope, and survival. She wrote about loops and choices, about echoes and reflections, about the fire and the letters that guided her. She warned about the system, about the machine, about the power of decisions. But most importantly, she reminded whoever read the letter that they were free to choose. That they were not va

Lucy's POV. It has been a wonderful day and I couldn't wait to go back to that office to be with Christian I haven't imagined this all my life to be with someone like him all my life I mean the guy who gives light to this country. It was like, when he says they should be light, there will be light and when he says there should be no light, there will be no light at all. Ever since I have been growing up, I have only heard stories about him and never really taken that into consideration.

Watching the woman's pouty face make Christian laugh, he didn't mean to go off laughing at his best friend's sufferer. But when Baby spoke irritating things her face looked adorable. "We will never know what will happen in the future, it could be a miracle right. If suddenly Dollan's parents liked you and they finally realized they had done something wrong to you." still with a calm demeanor Christian gives away wishful thinking, that according to him nothing is impossible in this world when God wills, he looks at the beautiful woman.

Christiana replies as she walks up to Raymond and takes hold of his arm. " This... This is why you didn't let me come to the zoo for all this while? "He questions, and she nods. " Dad, you deserve the best. You're my superman. "Christiana says to her father as she moves over to him. " Hey! "Raymond whines in playful jealousy. " Come on, the bible says you're my second god. I worship the ground you walk on. "She replies to her husband and they all burst into laughter.

It’s only a speculation for now. Beneath the headline is an unclear picture of us standing right outside the small old church; Christian’s hands cradling my head. I don't know how I always forget that Christian is a man with a spotlight on him, and this was bound to happen anyway. I suck in a deep breath, exiting my browser to my message app. 'I'll explain when I return. We can't have this conversation over the phone.' I type back and send.

Please fulfill the promise you made to my late brother, Chiadi Okorie, the Fisheye, who gave his life in service for this purpose. Avenge us, I beseech you. Avenge Nigeria, for all our sakes. For I, only I, and a few others are still well and able to carry guns to go out into battle against Medusa. But if I go with them, who then will tell the story? This is my twelfth letter without a reply, but I'm hopeful this time will be better. I hope this letter reaches you. I hope Nigeria gets saved. Two hundred million eyes look upon you.

"I only hope to do my share to bring our true religion to this country. These people are godless, flaunting their bodies and respecting nothing and being in a nontrue religion. Only eight million of the American people will service the rest will get what they deserve death." "Nevertheless," replied the first man named Jacob, "you shall be famous, and our family will be well rewarded. Soon these heathens will know fear whenever your name is mentioned. Rest assured that the cable news channels will mention it often. Within the week, I will determine our target. Vengeance will be ours. Justice will be ours."