Pastor Daughter Novels & Stories

"Life happens." His brow arched. "But why the secrecy? No one knows what the President’s daughter looks like." Lydia’s expression darkened. "You must have heard about the tragedy ten years ago, right? My father had four children. One was poisoned, another died in an accident, and the youngest was kidnapped. Her body washed up on the beach." Rowan exhaled sharply. "That's... horrific." Lydia nodded "All within a year." His fingers tightened around his glass. "How did you survive?"

“Come, let me introduce you properly.” Pastor Josh was standing near the altar with his wife and two identical little girls clinging to her legs. His wife was pretty — warm smile, modest dress. The twins looked about six years old. “Stephen, this is my wife, Rachel, and our daughters, Grace and Mercy,” Pastor Josh said smoothly, one arm wrapped around his wife’s waist. I swallowed hard, forcing a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, ma’am. Hello, girls.” Rachel greeted me kindly. Then Pastor Josh leaned in and kissed his wife tenderly on the lips — a soft, loving peck that made her blush. It was such a perfect husband-and-father image that it made my stomach twist. How could this be the same man

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."