Letter To A Christian Nation Novels & Stories

I started the letter five different ways: "Christian, by the time you read this, I'll be gone..." "Dear Christian, I need you to know that I'm pregnant..." "Christian, I can't do this anymore..." "To the father of my child..." "Christian, I'm sorry..." None of them felt right. None of them said what I really needed to say. Finally, I wrote: "Christian,

“He's already moving.” I looked at the letter again, seeing it differently now. “This isn't a real ultimatum. It's psychological warfare. He wants us scared and second-guessing ourselves before he attacks.” “Exactly.” Christian's expression hardened. “Which means we need to respond. Show him we're not intimidated.” “You're going to write back?” I asked. “Oh, I'm definitely writing back.” Christian pulled out paper—actual paper, because apparently this whole thing was stuck in the 1800s—and started writing.

The Church as a Church of whatever name is based on the one central idea, supreme control over the thought, will and action of mankind. The National Reform Association is a body of Protestants, members of many different denominations, which declares that a written constitution ought to contain explicit evidence of the Christian character and purpose of the nation which frames it. The silence of the constitution of the United States in regard to Christianity, causes this body to seek an amendment which shall incorporate in it a statement of such belief. As the preamble is everywhere recognized as the most important part of a constitution, stating the source of its authority and the objects fo

Christian remained silent, contemplating my father's request. "Christian, I will ask you for a favour, and I hope you won't refuse. You've come to my aid in the past, and I am now asking for your assistance once again," my father stated, acknowledging the difficulty in making such a request. As a king, he shouldn't owe anyone favours, yet here he was, willing to go the extra mile for me. "I am all ears, your Majesty," Alpha Christian responded, and my father let out a sigh. I observed as he clenched his fist, glanced at me, and then back at the phone.

My hands stopped writing my letter for Joshua as I could not believe that would be the question he would ask from. "Are you writing some kind of a letter?" he added. Perhaps he recognized the flow of the process. "You know, when I was a kid, my wolf also love sending letters to strangers." My wolf totally forgot to continue writing my letter when my attention was focused on Nathaniel. I only expected that it was only Joshua among the millions of male humans and wolves who still write letters. Because of that, undeniably, Nathaniel got a plus point from me. "When our troops will be deployed, sending letters back to our families were the only thing that could ease off our awful days," he added

"Let him go!" My head whipped around, and I glared at the wolves. "Let him go and I will end all of your lives!" All of them held tighter onto my father and looked down. "Look man, I don't get what you're getting out of this. But harming people isn't the right thing to do." Christian spoke in a firm voice. "Harming people is the right fucking thing to do when they try to harm your family!" He shook his head and walked up to me.

Christian said in disgust. "A hidden danger, haha, Mr. Saltzman, you really are funny. As per what you've mentioned previously, I've established a website for everyone to speak their mind freely. If you become the President one day, are you not going to allow the citizens to say what they want to? I'm really glad that I'm not living under the rule of a leader who has that particular quality," Stella said as she pointed out her intentions. Christian's face immediately turned pale. He had initially asked this question as he wanted to persuade the officials over to his side.

Looking at him right now, I believe that. The lecture started the minute it was slated to. Unlike Levi and I who would dedicate a whole day to celebrating an anniversary we would later celebrate three times again that same year, Christian is a man who has a lot of things to do in a day, and wasting the time sacrificed to do any of those things is a sacrilege to him. Levi and I… we are kids. Christian is a man.

His mouth twitched into a smile that almost cracked the tension. “You wouldn’t,” I said, laughing for real this time. He gave my hand a squeeze. “I don’t know. Maybe I would.” I pressed my thumb over his knuckle. “The best payback is simpler. Keep your family together. Keep Riley safe and take care of that kidney he gifted your kid. I bet that’s all Alex would want.” Christian was silent for a long breath, as though considering the idea. Then he nodded, slow and sure. “Yeah. You’re right.”

Christian remained silent, contemplating my father's request. "Christian, I will ask you for a favour, and I hope you won't refuse. You've come to my aid in the past, and I am now asking for your assistance once again," my father stated, acknowledging the difficulty in making such a request. As a king, he shouldn't owe anyone favours, yet here he was, willing to go the extra mile for me. "I am all ears, your Majesty," Alpha Christian responded, and my father let out a sigh. I observed as he clenched his fist, glanced at me, and then back at the phone.