Our Great Savior Novels & Stories

David enjoys giving her constant hugs. "Father God, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, Your only Son, and our Savior, We thank you that we are once again together and ask your sovereignty to take control of the situations including the weather condition, our means of transportation along with those in charge of the trip, the vehicles, the ship, boats, and everyone traveling with us to be under your protection, love, and power. Provide us with all of our needs as we trust in you.,"David added,

Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. The name of the writer is the godslayer: {evil}. He also ended his book with a paragraph in which he wrote: Am I the Evil, or am I the Good, who freed the world from the prison of the word of God that prevents them from relying on themselves? Am I the "Savior" or am I salvation itself, when the scales change the search for strength It's What makes you count and what makes you one of the scales of the balance ,when you reach absolute power, the absolute truth appears before you, only time judges us to perish.

He then looked at me up and down, "You are that savior?" "..." Saviour? What the heck was this man talking about? "I deeply apologized! I have been rude to you! I did not know you are the person who discovered the way to reach Nirvana! I am Marcus from the Capital!" "!!!" My brain went into shock. ...C-capital?!

The three of them were holding their hands and Gregory started the prayer. “Dear lord in heaven, we would like to sincerely thank you for this wonderful meal and for my beautiful daughter who has prepared it. May this meal nourish our body and become a blessing. Amen.” It was always the same prayer over and over again. The Donovan family came from a pretty strong Christian background. Even though the girls were not as religious as their parents, they still believed in the power of prayer.

"A chance? You turned a healthy person into a cripple, and now you talk about second chances? Get lost, Carl, you're nothing but scum! "You and Lucy are both insane. What kind of sane person claims to repay kindness by inflicting pain? Lucy was a fool. Are you just as pathetic as her? "If you truly want to repent, then swear, right here in front of me, that you'll never interfere with my life again." Carl dropped to his knees, pleading, "Losing you is the greatest punishment. Reily, come back with me. I've already taken care of the Camden siblings. Let's start over. I promise I'll make you the happiest woman in the world."

The chatter died. “Thank you all for coming,” he said, his voice flat, stripped of all warmth. “This gathering celebrates more than a birthday. It celebrates clarity.” Isabella smiled, stepping forward expectantly. “For years,” Nicholas continued, his eyes now fixed on a point above the crowd, “I have operated under a fundamental misconception. I built an altar to a ghost. I pledged my loyalty to a reflection.” His gaze swung to Isabella, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop. “The reflection, it turns out, was a lie. The ghost was never there at all.”

And for the first time in my life, I knew with absolute certainty that I was home. Not because of a house or because of a name. But because of him. My husband, my saviour THE END

"They're a gift for the baby, after all. But after today, we'll have nothing more to do with him." Julian gathered both me and our son into his arms, his voice as soft as a whisper. "Isabella, you are the greatest gift God ever gave me. And now with our child… I'm the happiest man in the world." I nestled into my husband's strong embrace, watching our son sleep, my heart overflowing with peace and love. Outside, the rain stopped. The sun broke through the clouds, filling the room with light. A new life. A new beginning. And all the pain and turmoil of the past could stay buried, right where it belonged.

He remembered a thin back bent beneath his weight, a voice in his ear forcing him to stay awake. Hold on. We’re almost there. For years he had thought that voice belonged to Sylvie. Now the paper in his hand told him what should have been obvious from the beginning. The one who saved him had been Elara. The woman he married was the one who had carried him out of the fire. And he had killed her to save a liar. A raw, broken sound tore out of him. He clutched the box to his chest and dropped fully to the corridor floor, shaking so hard he could barely draw breath.

The night my girlfriend, Lesley Cohen—whom I've financially supported for years—officially announces her relationship with Archie Gould, the System determines that I have failed my mission and strips me of my "saint's heart". From that moment on, I stop caring about her future and focus entirely on my career, eventually landing a spot among the Fortune 500. However, once I withdraw all financial support, Lesley confronts me with tearful eyes. "You always said that loving someone means giving them everything they want or need without asking for anything in return!" I'm baffled. She is the one who finds my money filthy, so why is she suddenly being so calculating about it now?