Letter To A Christian Nation Novels & Stories

The government tried every possible method to suppress them, but each time one person fell, thousands more rose in their place. "You can kill my body," someone shouted, "but you can't kill my beliefs!" "Truth can't be destroyed!" Thanks to their persistence, Mason and the others were finally released. A government official, his face grave with anger, pointed at me. "Do you have any idea what you're doing, Marina?" I met his gaze without flinching. "I'm saving my country." He deflated instantly and sighed. "This nation is already rotten to the core." "No," I told him firmly. "It's not. Our youth will save this country yet."

I just hope for my mom's sake that she does not know about this. But poor Christian is scared off his head. For one second, I wish to rewind to what he said. The big strong Mr. Caine just crumbled in front of me when he told me so gracefully in front of his dad that he loves me. He needs to know that I am not a scared little girl. I deal with a bunch of assholes every day; one stupid one that hides behind his gun is not going to put me down. "Christian, I think it is time we pay him a visit again."

Christian doesn't allow Samantha to say anything. "Yes! I don't want to have those people as my parents, my parents are dead " I yelled... "Excuse me! Your parents are alive but you're being so annoyed to think they are still alive all this year's, please Nina! You have your parents with you and I don't, the least you could do is, give them a goddamn chance,". Christian says as he angrily left...

I couldn’t tell him that I was going to die, I wanted to spare him that knowledge. I finished up my staff meeting at the hotel and checked my emails. I had to submit my paper in three days’ time for final grading. I looked at the saved file on my computer. I attached it to the email and sent it off to my professor. I smiled. It was satisfying to know that I had kept to my schedule and even submitted it early. Not that it mattered now. I had written letters to all of them. Those letters were written with mixed emotions. I had to leave them with one final goodbye. In Malachi’s letter I asked him to keep raising Christian and to look after Adara.

she started to cry while she embraced her little one. Outside the nursery room, Christian looked for a way to open the door. He does not want to go home until he gets what he wanted. If something happened between them tonight, it will be easier for him to convince the chairman to speed up their wedding, and then he will be getting his billions and the chance of becoming the chairman of one of the biggest companies in the country. "If not for your uncle's fortune, I will never marry someone like you, bit*ch! That lawyer is a fool, he should have chosen you and become a very rich man, instead of that woman whom he is going to marry soon!" he is yelling these words to the young mother who is sh

As for Christian, his face instantly became dark and horrible, as if he had eaten sh*t. “Why? Do you still want us to rally people?”

Romano leans forward, studying his son, his silence a clear invitation to continue. “You’re aware of my ambitions, dad,” Christian says, speaking fast, his voice a little bored as he looks towards the door like he’s ready to move on from it all. “When you were sick, I made my intentions clear. I want a place in this world – and I was ready to step into your shoes when you were on death’s doorstep. But…”

You ended the relationship before it could even start, and I thought your heartbreaking and friend-zoning days were over. Octavia’s hand landed on Christian’s shoulder when she spoke with more humor than any vigil or minister had seen, “I won’t be surprised if our empire is suddenly blessed by your visit, Your Grace. On behalf of our people, Pelly and I send our…most sincere thanks in advance.”

Chapter Twenty-Three (Lex POV) “What do you mean there isn’t going to be a Luna Ceremony Alpha it begins in just over an hour?” I look at Christain confused by his statement. He has had the whole pack having to deal with Savannah's ridiculous demands for a month, now he plans to cancel? “Read this” He hands me a letter that appears to be from his mother. I read it but I am confused. “I’m confused Christian, this doesn’t make sense.”

He picked the letter with his shivering hands, and the red stains on the old folded letter were giving him the feeling of bloodstains and he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “I can’t do this!” Christian muttered to himself and tried to keep the letter back, but couldn’t do it. “Fuck.” He slowly opened the letter, and it slipped from his hand. He covered his face with his palm and tried to calm him, but Mishka’s suicide word was ringing in his mind. He sat on the floor with his back against the wall, and finally mustered up all the courage, he picked up the letter again and opened it. Dear Mom & Dad,