Pastor Daughter Novels & Stories

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

"It's about you and Aiden's girl. It’s hard for a lot of us to sit back and pretend like everything’s cool when the whole foundation of the club and the band feels like it’s getting ripped in half." "She’s nineteen, man," Jax added softly, his tone less aggressive, more deeply troubled. "And she’s Aiden’s daughter. You’re like a brother to him. A lot of the guys... we’re just uncomfortable with it. It feels wrong, Tor. It feels like a line got crossed that shouldn't have ever been touched."

Chapter 33 "You cannot call yourself a Christian and still be involved in boyfriend and girlfriend things. You cannot be a Christian and not respect your elders and your parents. Some of you are no more virgins as young as you are because you don't see it as anything important, some of you already abort babies...." That was the pastor talking before Queen whispered to me, "It's like someone broke this man's heart in Secondary school o, he repeats the same thing each Sunday." It took all the strength in me to restrain myself from slapping the smile off her face, maybe if she had listened to a little of the message each Sunday, Peace might still be alive. I can't believe that she found it so e

He scowled and I scowled back. "Are you deaf?" he demanded. "Get up! Let's go!" I groaned. I swung my feet out of bed. He walked out of the room, grunting the whole way. >>><<< The only good thing about church--besides learning about all things Holy--was Primrose. She was the pastor's daughter. She was smart, kind, loving, and fun even though she followed what her dad said far too much. I had tried to convince her to get out of her shell, but nothing ever worked. Plus, she had a secret that only I knew. She would get exorcised if her father ever found out that she was a lesbian.

Pushing a finger into his chest she continued, "See. I know people like you. People that think it is okay to pick on people. Make them feel like they are worthless, like they mean nothing. You will not do that to my friend. Not even a chance." "See the thing is Zee. I don't do that, I am not a bully. I know potential when I see it. I think Anna's faith is misplaced. Grossly misplaced. She will face worst people than me. It's not my fault she got all soft because she was abused by her stepfather or she decided to open her legs and fall in love with someone that can't fall in love with someone as damaged as her-"

Lost by his touch and to the world that he’s offering. It’s true that I am a wild child. I am the scandalous daughter of the president and this man right here, kissing and worshipping my skin is just my bodyguard. A bodyguard who makes my knees weak and my body aches for something sinful. His kisses stop and a protest escapes my lips. I tugged him more, this time I turned around so I can face him like a dog in heat wanting to be touched.

So there is nothing wrong if now he is trying to pry this terrible case to satisfy his high curiosity. “Her name is Maria, she is a single parent who is always here every Saturday and Sunday to pray. But outside of that day, sometimes she also comes to help us if we are having a certain event here. Her daughter is in the children's choir at this church, so we know Maria very well. It is a pity that she had to die under such terrible circumstances.” The priest's story was dreamy. There was a glint of sadness in the priest's eyes when he told them about Maria, and it made Calistha even more curious to know more about Maria.

Ama said. My dad had a small frown. "Our pastor. Who is this pastor please?" "His name is Pastor Emmanuel Iren dad. He's the lead Pastor of Celebration Church International. That's where we worship." I said. "Worship? You go to church now?" My mum exclaimed. "Yes I do. It's a crazy story actually." I said. "Did she bring you to the church?" My father asked.

His nine-year-old son. His hand trembled as he hit play. The video opened on a wide shot of the megachurch's auditorium, thousands of faces turned toward the stage. The pastor, a boisterous-voiced, kind-faced man, was preaching about the "forces that seek to tear the family asunder." Then he introduced "a woman of tremendous strength, and her courageous son, who has a story to tell."

the other member added. There were hisses forming noises inside the hall. “It is what you, everyone, think of Pastor Miguel,” one member defended, “he is such a good man and has helped a lot of family especially to my son who was addicted and Pastor Miguel was there and redirect my son to be free and now serving among the youth. You are not supposed to conclude about Pastor Miguel.” “That is not point here,” my mother rebutted, “you did not know how dumb that pastor is for making my daughter pregnant and now knowing he is not married. He is such a person of hypocrisy!!” the chest of mother went up as she spoke those sore words against Miguel.