Pastor Daughter Romane & Geschichten

Ria’s POV I'm All Yours, Pastor (1) It was never in my plan to become Pastor Elias’s secret release. I had just been hired as the church secretary six months ago. I wore modest blouses and knee-length skirts, kept my long dark hair pinned neatly, and smiled sweetly at every parishioner who walked through the doors. Everyone saw me as the quiet, devoted girl who organized bible study notes and typed up Sunday bulletins but no one knew the truth that burned beneath my carefully folded hands.

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

Just moments ago, they had been begging like desperate little sluts, pathetic with need. But the moment her daughter's future came up, Susan's attitude flipped completely. Guess it doesn't matter who you are—when it comes to their kids, every parent's the same. Even sluts. I was completely panicking now. But Susan stood her ground. Just as we hit a stalemate, Ariana spoke up. "Mr. Edison, it's not like you can't keep your daughter-in-law. It all depends on what you do next." She threw me a suggestive wink.

I watched the client leave before turning back to them, my voice ice-cold. "How did you find me?" "Mrs. Johnson's daughter works in the same office building as you. We saw you," Sophie said quickly, her eyes darting around the fancy café. "Looks like you're doing pretty well now." "If you have something to say, say it." I didn't ask them to sit. Mom's smile turned awkward. "Elayne, I know I hurt you before... but I'm still your mother. You can't just abandon me."

She is bouncing up and down with me while Hunter is shaking with laughter at our antics, I try my best to have an excited expression. Yet when she hugged me, I slightly sensed a presence that seemed in her. It was cold, malicious, and terrifying. I felt it whisper to my mind calling me daughter. I felt like I heard a voice whisper. “Your time is soon my daughter.” I ignore it and do not show any sign of a reaction as we step forward together. "Let us go out to dinner!" Hunter says and I am so excited. I take all of my bags straight to my room where I will sort everything out later.

It sounded rough and demonic. It felt like something vile and filthy was inside the girl’s pure and innocent body. “Myra…” Kent and Jane were horrified. Despite looking at the familiar face, their daughter felt like a total stranger to them. Under everyone’s horrified gazes, Myra lifted her foot and took a step forward, seemingly trying to approach Pastor Angelo. “Protect the pastor!” The clergies quickly surrounded the pastor. “Stand down!” Pastor Angelo bellowed all of a sudden. Shocked, the clergies reluctantly stepped away.

It's not my fault, and besides, his daughter is beautiful. It seems strange that she went 8 months without even a suitor. "That you needed to talk to me alone," I said seriously. Minerva looked at me strangely and shook her head several times. I couldn't discuss this situation with her present. She would probably send me to hell or something like that, that's for sure. "Oh, right. Daughter, could you leave us alone for a few minutes?" Her father spoke in such a paternal yet authoritative tone that for a moment, I was going to get up and leave.

They are all figments of my imagination and me— I am only going to wither away like the dry summer leaves falling to the ground. Maria's voice is what wakes me up. It is Sunday morning and as usual, Maria is practicing for the special service she is going to render at church today. Maria is Patty's daughter, she is a role model to every young female in South Dakota... Everybody wants to be as devoted as Maria— daughter of Missionary Evangelist Phillips and Deaconess Patricia. It's normal, nobody knows me or rather nobody acknowledges me in church and our little Dakota missionary school Patty enrolled me in. Of course, nobody wants to associate themselves with the demon-possessed girl Deacone

“Pastor Kofolori frowned, his eyes darkening with rage. Who was this woman? A phantom of temptation or what? “Young woman-’ Pastor Kofolor stood his ground, deepening his frown. “Cynthia,' she corrected moving closer. “Cynthia Eme. I have no need for you, you understand?' “Pastor Kofo…Just let come in, even if it's sweeping your house. It would be great serving you, Pastor…' She made to touch his shoulder. “He was quick to catch her movement. He barred her from reaching him. 'Daughter of Eve,' he growled angrily. 'Take yourself out of here immediately. I don't need you!' “With this Pastor Kofolori slammed the door shut, breathing heavily. 'Daughters of Eve, daughters of Eve,' he mumbled as h

It dawned on me that faith works. Without further ado, I will call Pastor Bernie onto the stage to say a few words about his beloved daughter.” The church choir sang ‘Wonderful Day’ by Thobekile. Pastor Bernie was beaming with joy and said, “I thanked the Lord for answering our prayers. My sweet daughter, I am so proud of you. You are so kind and generous. Please embrace your in-laws and cherish each other. To my son-in-law, you are like a breath of fresh air in the Bernie family. Don’t take each other for granted.