Pastor's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Of course not. Sebastian wouldn't... he's not like that." "Then what's got you tied up in knots?" Dad pressed, his eyes narrowing. I sighed, finally tearing my gaze away from Sebastian to meet my father's concerned look. "It's not him I'm worried about," I admitted. "It's me. I think I’m the one who is going to end up hurting him." The words hung in the air between us, unspoken but heavy with implication. I was Lucifer's daughter, after all. Destruction was in my blood.

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

“If she said she would come then she will come. Let’s get going already.” The pastor gave a good sermon that got Dion thinking, even Vincent and Dave. They all rumbled over the pastor’s words. Dion had many questions left in his mind. He wanted answers already. He knew that he was becoming curious about region again, but he remained in denial. He wanted to believe that he only wanted to expose the “lies” hence, he had every right to question every word. Another one of Dave’s favourite part of church was the gospel time. He listened to everyone and mimicked along to quickly learn the songs.

“Caelum. Seraphina was never trying to cleanse Nia of any curse. She burned our daughter alive.” “Nia’s ashes are in that urn, right now. You can take them and verify.” His face went dark all the way through before I could even finish. “Even now,” he said, the rage a low hum in his throat. “Even now you’re saying this. Don’t you have the slightest hope for our daughter? Do you really want her dead?” “She really is dead. You have to listen to me,” I tried to say. He waved his hand, and a wall of force lifted me off the ground and slammed me back against the temple’s stone pillar. Blood came up out of my mouth, and I crumpled at the foot of the steps with half my body gone numb.

Knowing that she couldn't go against her husband she decided to remain loyal to him, hoping a day would come when she would be able to fight back. Pastor Williams was indeed very well and happy. His church was growing Bigger by the day, members were pouring in. He is in fact the number one biggest pastor in New York, a lot of people worshiped him and saw him like a God. To him, his life was going so well but there was just a tiny bit of problem that he had. His daughter Alicia Williams who actually goes by the name Alicia Ray. He hates to see her flourish, he hates to see her doing well in that field of music.

Kayla's Pov “Harder…fuck…yes…harder..fuck me like your slutty bitch,drive me crazy,take me to the cloud..fuck!!” Every brutal thrust into my pussy and asshole ripped filthy words from my lips — words I never imagined I’d say. Words the preacher’s daughter was never supposed to even think. *. *. *. I’d spent my entire life being the perfect daughter. Modest dresses. Neat hair. Perfect manners. Strict curfews. Every single thing aligned with my parents and God's rules

"You should check the news yourself, bitch!" With that she hunged up the phone leaving a confused Olivia. Olivia shrugged as she turned her data on to know what her sister was accusing her off, Her eyes popped widely at the headline that welcomed her... "Pastor Scott Daughter At It Again!!!! " It reads.

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

Then she said the cruelest thing they had ever heard. "But your real daughter is already dead. So what now? Besides me, your fake daughter, are you going to have another kid?" They stared at her in disbelief. How could the daughter they had loved for over a decade say something so heartless? As the police led Vera away, she laughed like she'd lost her mind. She looked nothing like the girl she used to be. *** Inside the interrogation room, the kidnapper had already confessed everything. Hoping for a lighter sentence, he'd handed over all the evidence and begged for mercy.

When Xander arrived, he stood up and turned toward us, then froze. Drake: You look so much like your mother. He wanted to rush toward me, but I dodged a step back, which made him stop. Xander gently squeezed my hand and said, Alexander: Your daughter went through absolute hell wherever she was. She has no memory of you yet, and, for goodness' sake, I'm the only one who can easily touch her right now. You have to take it slow and let her come to you.