Pastor Daughter Novels & Stories

She smiles at her, and she smiles back, before taking the seat. She knew she would have to be in the church for a long time, her heart was racing for the sort of evidence she has with her, she want to share it with her mother, but she is just too happy, that for the first time, her daughter came to church. The pastor that had finished preaching at first, seem to want to start all over again.

The door opened and the pastor walked in, "ahh girls... how are you? And how's school and friends Precious..?" "School is great pastor and so it everyone. So I'm pretty happy about everything.." He nodded slowly and sat at the edge of his table, "sin... it does that at first.. it's like a drug... you get one hit and be happy and then find yourself wanting more and more..." I just stared blankly at him confused since I had no fucken idea what he was talking about. "So.. your friend is worried about you Precious... your new friends... Layla and Wendy and..."

Seeing my pastor's daughter in this state was so attractive that I almost cumming, even though I'm not bisexual. I had already witnessed the worst earlier today, so I wasn't shocked or surprised that a pastor's daughter would be able to do this. Seeing Natasha in this state is not surprising at all, since the same pastor's son was also fvvking me and m@sturbating with my p@nty. "Fvvvvvvkfvvkk" Natasha made a loud noise. I noticed that she accelerated. I really felt like pushing her to the bed and svcking her c00chie, but I was unsure of how she would react, so I threw the idea out of my head.

She said proudly, eyes growing sad. "That's cool," I said, and she beamed. The girl nodded before speaking up again. "You kept saying Casey while you were sleeping. Who is Casey?" She asked innocently. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Casey's name and I suddenly felt so sad that she wasn't here with me. "She's my daughter" The girl gasped. "But you look so young to have a daughter!" I chuckled. "Yeah I know. I'm pretty young" "Can I meet her?" She asked looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I was about to speak when the door opened to reveal Mrs John and Andrea behind her.

Who got caught making out at the park, Bridgette Neilson’s boobs, who was the better singer—Vince Neil or Steve Tyler—the girls we liked, and if the assistant pastor’s daughter was as easy as rumored. Slipped in between celebrity boobs and the assistant pastor’s daughter, we batted about semi-serious questions about God and Heaven and Hell. We wondered whether or not the Bible was true, part-true, or made-up. Though I never spoke it aloud, I treasured those walks with Bobby, because we covered just as much metaphysical ground in our own teenage way as any of Dad’s sermons.

I said with a laugh. “Wait, his Alpha command doesn’t work on you? Why is that?” Easton said suddenly. “I don’t know why. I thought it was because I’m his daughter until he used it on one of my brothers when I was fifteen. Then he used it on Kate once when I was seventeen so I guess I’m the only child of his that doesn’t have to follow his Alpha commands.” I replied. ‘It’s because we are stronger than him.’ Kyra answered from my mind.

"Our parents didn't give her pocket money because she's always been a selfish person since she was young. She steals and takes other people's things. Our parents were just disciplining her." Summer could have been a politician with her ability to twist facts. Instantly, the internet was divided into two camps. The group that sided with Summer immediately formed a 'search' team. [We must find out where Sienna is to save Summer.] The team that supported me said otherwise. [Even if they're sisters, whether or not she save Summer is her personal choice.] Soon, that became the talk of the town. Summer and I were cast right in the spotlight. At that point, someone wrote a comment.

I had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."

“At the church women’s meeting last week. I spoke about… about the Widow Harlan’s daughter. The one who ran away with that boy. I said unkind things. I judged her. I enjoyed feeling… superior.” Tears slipped down her cheeks, mixing with the frigid water. The Pastor nodded slowly, as if her confession somehow fed the righteousness burning inside him. “Deeper,” he ordered. “Let the ice reach your soul.” His mother lowered herself further with a broken whimper. The cold stole her breath; her whole body jerked. Leon’s stomach twisted. He had endured this pain many times, but seeing his mother — the quiet, broken woman who had never protected him — reduced to this… it was worse.

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."