Pastor Daughter Novels & Stories

I wanted to believe what I had witnessed was because of some new kind of supernatural being, but I had to be sure. Before I could make it back to the exam room, shouting from the waiting area caught my attention. Slipping the vials for the draw into my pocket, I followed the nurse that was racing in that direction to see what the fuss was about. The small girl that Osiris had bitten was convulsing on the floor, foam gathering in the corners of her mouth. “Help, please, somebody help my daughter!” Her father cried. “Bring her this way.” I ordered the nurses that had ran to help.

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

The music softened and slowed as they entered the chapel. Lee and Mason stood behind him and he caught Carey’s gaze. Her eyes held love and pride and she smiled encouragingly at him. Kelley smiled back at her and then Ernesto was right in front of him. Ernesto gripped his hand tightly and Kelley cringed inwardly at the sweaty feel. “Who gives this woman to this man?” The pastor’s voice was loud inside the small chapel. “I give my daughter to this man.” Kelley held out his hand and looked at her intently. She was looking down but she placed her hand in his and they both turned towards the pastor. She pulled her hand away and Kelley clasped his hands together in front of him.

You can't lie to me either and will answer any question I ask fully too. It was then I remembered something my sister had said about the pastor trying to convince her that she needed to let him purify her. "What do you do to purify the girls in the church?" What they told me made me angry as I'd ever been. They would take girls as young as twelve and basically rape them repeatedly to cover them in their holy seed to purify them from the stain of Eve's sin. That's when I noticed the locks were off the purification room and the bed suddenly made since. "Who's in that room right now?" Pastor James smiled. "My daughter Chastity. She turned eighteen today. So tonight, is the night of her purifica

I made a whistling sound and rolled my eyes. “You’ve felt a tiny bit of Bree’s wrath, but her dad? He’s twenty times worse.” Martina’s mouth was wide open together with her eyes, and I smiled to myself. “Believe it or not, but Bree’s family is very religious. And even though Bree has a foul mouth and does everything but to treat people nicely, she shows a completely different side when she’s with her family. Then she’s a daddy’s girl and behaves like an angel.”

“I’m too old to know about these trendy things.” Taylor hesitated a little before pulling out her phone. She tapped on something and passed her phone to me. “Have a look at this.” On her phone screen, Lydia and Ben were crying as they complained. The title was shocking. [An Evil Mother Abandoned Her Own Daughter And Left With All Her Money!] In the video, Lydia was tearing up as she sobbed. “My husband and I feel very pressured at work, and we still have to take care of both of our parents.

Pastor remarked. "Let us bow our heads in prayer and ask for help and forgiveness for our sins." Pastor ordered. Allison knew her face was red with embarrassment. She glanced a look at Larissa who was staring straight forward with a similar red face. Pastor gave a very powerful sermon and if the women didn’t feel chastised about it, well nothing would. After church was over, Larissa was the first out the door, but not before she gave Allison a hatred look. Scribe saw it and gave her one back while stepping in front of Allison. Larissa quickly turned and left pulling her son with her. Allison felt sorry for him. And she wondered who his real father was. She had been shocked to hear that Micah

I really would have nutted seeing all her curves. Ariella Mackensie, daughter of a murdering pastor. Before all that, she was the sweet and untouchable girl that everyone knew and loved. She's more reserved now, more quiet. And a hell of a lot more noticable. I have no empathy for her when everyone turns against her, blaming her for her father’s crimes. A part of me lives for it. To watch the pretty church girl get humiliated. To see her soft smile turn upside down. I especially love seeing the throne she sits on ripped out right from under her. I love watching reality dawn on her.

"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?"

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."