Letter To A Christian Nation Novels & Stories

Alex said "Do you know that girl, Nathan?' Mrs. Knight asked him. "Yes. And she is a bad person. A money-minded person. She dated countless people. And her night history is horrible. Christian is a gem. She doesn't deserve him" Nathan said "I'm scared that Christian will agree," Alex said "What? Are you out of your mind?" Nathan asked him "Christian gave his life to this company. The company is his life. He will never let someone take over this company" Alex said when the study room's door opened and an angry Christian came out. His hair was messy and his eyes were red.

Her brown curly curls packed up and highlighting her beautiful face as she kept on smiling, Christian made a vow within himself that he was going to keep this woman for better for worse. He didn’t care if they were still young, or the age difference between them or whatever, he just wanted her to be his, and now more than ever he had this shove of courage within him to show her the letter and tickets. Bringing out the papers from his pocket, while she kept on walking towards him, Christian said a silent prayer in his heart. He prayed that his intentions would work out well, and he prayed for his future to always include Sara Parker… the lady who had brought love and light to his soul.

I have to stay here a few more days and will return soon. ‘Take care of yourself and our kids.’ A simple text—yet melted my heart like no other. ‘Hmm, don't worry about us. Take care of yourself. We will wait for you.’ I sent a reply. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I wrote it, but it came from the depth of my heart. Today's events have led me to reconsider my opinion of Christian. I now believe there might be a future for us. He seems to have changed, and I see that he is making an effort.

Christian “What does the letter say?” All eyes were on Christian as he read the letter which came from his uncle. Nearing the end of the meeting, a letter had been delivered. “It says he wants us to sign over all the businesses, and if not…we should prepare ourselves,” Christian informed. It was something he was prepared for. “So, what do we do?” One of the men around the table asked. Christian looked at Dario and shrugged his shoulders. “I guess we’ll just have to prepare ourselves then because we’re not going to sign anything.”

They were better than that, and what they had did immensely disappointed me. Putting on a convincing face, I leaned forward and hoped to change his mind. "Give them a chance. They're really great friends, and they won't belittle you or isolate you from society. Trust me—they're not like everyone else," I pressed, really hoping Christian would let himself have some friends for once and not assume that everyone in the world was against him because of what his parents had committed.

" Because the one who would have likely started it, is someone who thinks just like you. " " What... Do you mean, Bishop? " " Think about it. You rejected your son just because he was dyslexic and now a person is taking our daughter's which are the future of our nation away from us in the name of, " Girls not deserving to be educated as they deserve to end up in the kitchen. " " Bishop? " " Think about it, Richard... You made a grave mistake years ago... And everyone in this country is paying for it! Have you ever thought of the pain the Christain families are going through? The Edison's? The Goodness's? Have you ever thought of that? Have you? "

4 years later~ Today is Christian's birthday, yes today it's his 22 birthday. That's only just a number, he's 22 but he act like 12. Christian came home from Autralia today because of some business. That's good, he won't bothering me when I'm making a cake for him. He message me that he wanted to have dinner with me tonight but I ignore the message. He must be at the plane now or he already called me for ignoring his message

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."

He glanced at the screen, his smile fading slightly. “What is it?” Jessica asked. “A letter,” he said. “From Matt.” Jessica’s stomach tightened. “What does it say?” Christian opened the message slowly, scanning the words. “He wants to meet,” Christian said. “Once he’s released next month. Says he’s been thinking a lot during his time inside. Wants to try making things right.” “How do you feel about that?” Christian was quiet for a long moment. “Cautiously hopeful, I think. He’s still my cousin. Still family, whether I like it or not.”

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."