Pastor Daughter Novels & Stories

Pastor::sorry I missed your calls, I was having a prayer session with one of my Christians in her home. Lyod:: Oh! It's okay pastor. I knew you were not really home because you could have noticed that your daughter isn't home yet. Pastor::How do you mean doctor? don't tell me Laura collapsed again. Lyod:: Not at all pastor, she didn't collapse but she is in a coma right now, my Junior brother brought her from school unconscious. I ran some checks on her and discovered she was rather beaten. Pastor:: Oh lord, beaten? My own daughter was beaten? I can't believe this, who could have done this to my only daughter?

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

"Baby Raine, we anoint you with the holy water and ask God to bless you and guide you. Amen." "Amen." "I now pronounce you, Raine Alina Salvatore, a daughter of the Lord, and a daughter of the Salvatore family." "Thank you, pastor. It's our pleasure to be here." "God has a special plan for your daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore." "Thank you." We were dismissed and we went back home. We were having the after party at the mansion and everyone was invited. Everyone was dressed in their finest clothes, and the twins were dressed as adorable as always.

I wasn't surprised that the pastor and his wife were dressed as if they were going to church, while their daughter was caged in a long skirt and a headscarf just like me. My mother was sitting at the head of the table, with my father sitting on the side immediately next to her. It was clear who wore the pants in this house, and it was definitely not my father. I couldn't believe that he was sitting there quietly. Most fathers would have fought for their daughters, and would never allow for something like this to happen right under their nose. But he was just sitting there and watching my mother put me through this hell. "Before we start," Pastor Ramodisa spoke up in his baritone voice, "I wo

The pastor's daughter at nineteen had spent her entire life as the perfect example, modest dresses, Bible study every evening. She had watched Ryder Black for years. The town’s notorious bad boy, twenty five years old with broad shoulders and messy dark hair, eyes that burned with rebellion. He was everything her father warned against. Everything she secretly craved. Grace had left him a note earlier, slipped into the pocket of his motorcycle at the diner. Midnight. The church. Come alone. I need to confess something.

I felt pride as she spoke about her work, and I knew that she might not be happy working with Evans but she loved what she did in her department. "My father came to visit me today, he was in town for a pastor's convention." She shared. Hunter was surprised as she didn't tell him that. Infact, he noticed that she rarely brought them up. "He's a pastor? " Father asked. "Yes, he is and mother is the head of the women department in church." She informed them, a sad smile on her face. "Well, we would like to meet them. I hope that's not too forward though." Mother said and she smiled saying she would love that.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

My daughter looked up at the older woman before closing her eyes and mimicking her posture. The pastor dismissed us with an invitation for those who didn't have a church home to visit them again next Sunday, and for the first time since mom died I wasn't opposed to the idea. A backyard Easter egg hunt followed back at the house, along with a wonderful lunch of ham and baked potatoes and green beans. By two o'clock people were packed up to head home. Maggie stayed behind to help clean dishes, and soon she was the only one left. As she put on her jacket to go she hugged her daughter warmly. She even gave me a quick hug. It was awkward and I could tell she was uncomfortable, but it did seem lik

My daughter, Lyra Dwyer, was the one who told me about Kael Dwyer's betrayal. She was only five years old, having just completed her pup initiation ceremony. That day, she came back and walked straight up to me. "Mom, Dad's wolf has been tainted by another she-wolf." I was polishing the ritual silverware; my hand paused for a heartbeat before I continued, "Don't talk nonsense, Lyra." "I'm not." She climbed onto the high stool, swinging her legs. "I saw him at the market outside the territory today. He was holding hands with a she-wolf. She had long black hair and was wearing a moon-white dress."

he called out softly, knocking rhythmically before the wooden door. Silence. Absolute silence.. Lancer forehead creases slightly, confusion evident on his face. “...Ana?” Still, no response came. He knocked again twice, before his hand slowly wrapped around the doorknob, pushing it open, having received no response. Creak— The door creaked open noisily, revealing his daughter's room that was dimly lit by the moonlight that shone through her opened window. And there, his daughter sat beside the window with lowered head, her little legs dangling gently, her whole presence shrouded in sorrow.