Letter To A Christian Nation Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Kat’s hand on my arm made me jump, startling me out of my morose daydreams. “I’m sorry, what?” I asked, still somewhat dazed. “I said I just talked to Christian. I called him because I’d never received the news we were waiting on and he finally called me back. He said he sent them the day after we left but I never received them. He checked and the email never went through.” She explained. “Okay. Is he going to resend them?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the truth any more. Would it really matter at this point?

He further pledged to use whatever means necessary to stand by the Best person is the British motto not the shapeless and socialist Asians who were sleeping when their friends were fighting wars with Africans. ‘That’s the spirit of patriotism we need gentlemen, like this our Queen will be very happy. The Duke ensures that such sentiments reach her ears whenever you have the chance.’ ‘First things first, Zambia as a Christian nation clause, that is nonsense. I wonder how long it was going to take these God forsaken people to realize that’s their downfall. The moment they come to the bitter truth that we took the Bible to make our entrance into their territory easier the better for their econo

"Someone is courting you?" Luckily, Christian didn't put his name on the note, instead he wrote "religion" what a brilliant idea. "Heather leave her alone. Chandra will tell us who's that guy once she's ready." Hwo! Luckily Heaven is here to help me. Praise Heaven! My savior!

he asked at last. "I've been thinking about it for months. Annie's wedding just gave me the final push." "And what if you regret it?" "Then I deal with the consequences," I said. "But I'd rather regret trying than regret never having tried at all." Christian folded the letter neatly and slid it into the desk drawer. "Alright," he said, even though his expression still showed some resistance. "I'll accept your leave. But you're not off the board, understand? If I need you, I'm calling."

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.