Oracion A La Santa Cruz Novels & Stories

On the other hand, the pandemic situation and the demand for compelling obedience push her to pray quietly and talk to God for protection, pleading for the blood of Jesus Christ to atone her family against the attack of the coronavirus, which is present everywhere. "God saves and protects us, and heals those who have been contaminated and infected by this contagious deadly virus, in Jesus' mighty name, we declared protection, healing, and provision for the hungry, needy, and helpless, Amen!" Rhoda raised her eyes to heaven when she noticed the stars that beautifully decorated the dark sky, saying, "I've been preoccupied this whole day and neglected the time rushing after dusky twilight, But,

LELLA “En el nombre del Padre, y del Hijo, y del Espíritu Santo...” The priest began in a resonant voice as the ancient Spanish liturgy filled the cavernous space. (In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit…) ​I felt like I was in a trance as the ceremony followed the traditional Rito del Matrimonio. We moved through the Liturgy of the Word, the familiar cadence of the Spanish scripture echoing the ones my mother used to read to me.

She arched slightly, breath catching. “Jeremi...” she whispered before she even realized she’d said his name. That single word spoken in that moment jolted her. Her eyes snapped open. Her breath ragged. She sat up quickly, shivering with shame. What am I doing? She pressed her palms to her face, then clasped her hands together in prayer. “Sancta Maria, ora pro me... libera me de peccato carnis... libera me... libera me...” (Holy Mary, pray for me... deliver me from the sin of the flesh... deliver me... deliver me...)

The priest took a step back, eyes widening in fear. “Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio, contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium,” he began to chant, raising a hand in the sign of the cross. He reached into his cloak, grabbed a small decanter of holy water, and sprinkled it on Scarlet. As the water hit her skin, in the sunlight, it felt like acid. She shrieked.

"And of the Holy Spirit…” As Father Damon finished tracing the cross on my chest with his cum-covered dick, he pressed down firmly between my breasts. I felt another hot stream of semen spill out onto me as he whispered, "...Amen." Father Matthias squeezed my tits even harder, "...Amen.” The two priests stepped back, admiring their handiwork. My chest was covered in a sticky mess of semen, the sign of the cross perfectly traced in cum. Father Damon smiled devilishly and said, "You're marked with the Holy Trinity now, my dear.”

“Oh that. That's the holy place of the Virgin Mary. There’s the belief that whatever you want as a lady, out of good intent, you table it before the sanctuary, and that which you ask for, you get. “Oh really?” Dale corked an eyebrow “Yes, if you believe!” She recalled, sensing Dale was about to make fun of her. “Let me tell you something. There’s a relic of Saint Maria in there, isn’t it amazing?” Zoe grinned down at her. “What a relic?" Dale wondered. "You really don't know a thing about the Catholic ways do you?" "Well does it qualify my existence?" Dale laughed it off.

She looked at the large image of Jesus Christ on the cross; even though she was in the far back, she could clearly see the image of Jesus Christ due to its size. "The Philippines can't really compare to other countries; there are huge differences in everything," she said. After that, she stood up and began to pray. "Lord, I know how fascinated I am by vampires, but can't you make this vampire hunting journey easier for me? Can you please assist me in putting my curiosity about them to rest?" Cyrille prayed in desperation. "I don't asked to see a bunch of vampires; I just want to see one. Just let me see one of them, please. Please? Lord?" She pleaded, blinking her eyes like a child begging a

The good reputation of Manuel Cruz was so strong that nobody could wish him death, not even his enemy. Clara was present at the funeral and she also cried. She remembered the day when Manuel visited Dr. Mathew at his house and when Manuel saw Clara he stood up and extended his hand for a handshake. Clara shook him with excitement and showed him her paintings. Manuel was impressed by her work and he promised to send an invite for her so that she could display her talent. He did as he said.

One by one we each use the same cloth before Pastor bows his head "Patre Caelesti..." he begins in Latin, but I hear his words in English, "Holy Father...give us your mighty strength and your sacred essence so that we may conquer the unclean demon now residing within our realm." He finishes, raising a hand to his forehead then across his shoulders and down.

She flipped her blonde hair behind her shoulder. “Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee,” she began to pray desperately with rosary in hand. “Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” Chasity made the crucifix over herself. There was a tapping at the window-paned front door. Who could that be at this hour on a weekday? she thought with confusion.