Letter To A Christian Nation Novels & Stories

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.

The nerve of this guy. I’m so glad I’m leaving. “Natie, can I talk to you?” Christian asked, looking as if he hadn't slept. His blonde hair looked tousled, making him look more handsome. He may have the looks, but his character was sordid. Aggravating to me. ‘Hmph. Good person, my a*s.’ I mocked Alpha Allen under my breath, recalling the comment he made about his obnoxious son. If he only knew. I stepped down from the porch and stood in front of him. I have no respect for him whatsoever.

We sent the letter the next morning, Nolan coordinating carefully through the old channel, no response expected immediately, perhaps no response ever coming at all. That evening, Ethan and I sat together in the greenhouse, the quiet, green space that had become something like sacred ground for both of us. “Whatever happens with the letter,” he said, “I want you to know I’m proud of you for writing it. For still believing people can change, even after everything this year has shown you about how deeply some people can be broken.”

I close the letter and my eyes fall on the one she wrote for me. “I might need a minute before I read mine,” I admit, my thumb trailing the neat cursive of my name on the letter. Christian places his hand over mine and I look up into his eyes. “Take all the time you need; it’s for your eyes only, and you can choose to show it to me if you want to or not,” he says. I actually don’t even know if I want to read it right now, so I simply nod and feel thankful for having a man who thinks about my needs before his own. “Thank you, Christian.”

__ (Two days ago) “I think I’m ready to go back.” Christian was driving by the side of the road, sun already dipping behind the trees. Christian was tapping on his steering wheel, humming some song that was way too upbeat for our conversation. He stilled. “I’m sorry, what? I didn't quite hear that.” I turned to him, hands folded over my bump, and repeated, “I think it’s time I stopped running.” He stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “Since when did you become reasonable?” I ignored the jab. “Maybe it’s time I stop pretending that staying here is helping anyone, me, the babies, the pack.”

"Christian has hired a lawyer, a senior partner at Vendetta Law Firm. He specializes in divorce cases. His rate is 420 dollars an hour." "Where did he get the money?" "His mother's retirement savings." "So, she knows now." "She does. Yesterday, she called him more than a dozen times. He knelt outside her place for over an hour, but she never opened the door." I folded the tiny clothes Kayla had just changed out of and put them away in the dresser. Then I picked up my phone and sent Alistair a message. "Mail the hotel registration record to Christian's mother. And the page dated July 17th last year—highlight the date with a fluorescent marker and attach a note.

“The family name will drown in federal litigation for fifty years. Everything I built—everything meant for Leo’s legacy—it’s gone.” I stepped closer, bare and bloodied feet sinking into the cold linoleum, hand gripping his wet lapel. I looked up at this billionaire, the man who built an empire from steel and secrets, and let him see the truth—pure, fierce, undiluted love for our son. “I don’t care about the legacy, Christian,” I said, voice buzzing with quiet rage and authority. “I care about his life. Choose.” Christian cracked a slow, beautiful smile through the blood and grimace—a look of sheer, proud relief. He took the drive, didn’t blink, jammed it in the wall-mounted terminal, slapped

I ask, observing that she ain't gonna speak unless I make her to. "Yes, " She began with a small smile, "I am here to give this letter to you and to check if u need something, " Taking the letter from her hand, I noticed that it has no name on it, wondering who could send me a letter during the time of emails and WhatsApp, I open it. It was from the most unexpected person who is aka my cousin Christian youngest son of my Aunt Hannah. We met only on family occasions but his elder brothers Kevin and Arthur, and a sister name, Julia, visited when my dad was in the hospital to see how Sam and I are doing. It's great of them to think about us. According to this letter, Christian is coming to meet

“ I didn't ask much, besides who knows when you will be back ?” “ He is not a lion to take the whole of my days. “ Christian indirectly underestimated Atlas' strength. “ A housefly like him should be enough to be destroyed in just a day.” He added. “ I wouldn't want this to be a problem.” Christian pleaded in a Kindly voice. “ Consider the kingdom.” He reminded me. “ Is this not what you promised your people, our people, to protect, guide and speaks on their behalf. “ He stressed his words. “ It is now time to prove that we are arguing on this….”