Pastor's Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Dad just stared at her silently. Later, the paramedics and nurses came in. They examined me and shook their heads, saying, "I'm sorry for your loss. Your daughter has been deceased for several days, and it looks like a case of poisoning." Mom shrieked, "Poisoning? That's impossible! Where would she get poison?" Her eyes swept across the nightstand and landed on the empty bottle of 'candies', and she froze. It was the rat poison she had hidden three years ago and forgotten to throw away–the one I had found.

Ilang metro rin ang layo ng mismong hotel sa kanilang cottage kaya habol niya ang kaniyang hininga nang makarating sila. “I lost my daughter, miss.” Agap niyang saad sa babaeng receptionist. “Where is your surveillance system team?” Humarap ang babae sa kaniya, medyo nagulat. “This way ma'am.” Iginiya siya nito sa silid kung saan naroon ang monitor ng mga CCTV ng resort. “Anong problema, Dina?” “She lost her daughter, Kuya Maco.” “Ilang taon po ma'am?” Baling ng lalaki sa kaniya.

“Rise and face the Priestesses!” I stand and slowly turn toward the pews behind me. My stance confident, my mask fully intact. “Daughter of a fallen Alpha. Servant. Cook. Dancer.” She says as my back is to her from the pulpit. Each word is like a dagger. I focus on not flinching as each word lands, wounding me differently. “She stands before you in your judgment.” “May the Goddess bless and guide us!” The priestesses call in return. “Ceres! Come to the stairs of the altar! Cast yourself before us and accept our judgment!” The Immaculate Mother calls out.

This wasn't the woman who had once been a brilliant researcher on the verge of a medical breakthrough. With hands that still shook, I removed the red silk gown, letting it pool at my feet like a pool of blood. I stepped out of it and kicked it aside, watching as it settled into a heap on the bathroom floor. Tomorrow, I will burn it. But tonight, I had to focus on what was important, on the daughter who needed me to be strong, even when I felt like I was shattering into a million pieces.

It looked intimate, raw, and entirely undeniable. HEADLINE: DEVIL’S WOLVES GUITARIST TOREN SPOTTED IN PASSIONATE EMBRACE WITH BANDMATE AIDEN’S 19-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER KYRA. My stomach dropped into a cold, dark abyss. I scrolled down instinctively, my thumb moving of its own accord, drawn toward the comment section like a moth to a flame. The words blurred together before my eyes, a toxic flood of public judgment spilling across the screen in real-time.

“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.

"It's a good thing. Men are jacking off their cocks and women are jilling their pussies to her. That's a miracle. She's blessed to do that for them." "She is?" I groaned as my dick sank to the hilt in her bowels. "Of course," she purred. "Be proud of her. Mmm, now fuck my asshole so hard." "Proud," I groaned as I drew back my dick. "Because she's helping men who don't have wives. Who aren't getting laid." "Yes," she moaned as I thrust back into her asshole, her velvety bowels massaging me. "Oh, that's it, Pastor Green. You're getting it. Your daughter is a selfless whore. Oh, she's wondrous."

'Thank you so much, Pastor, for talking with us,' she said. 'You are welcome,' Pastor Nicolas replied and left the scene. 'So, viewers, you have heard it all from the acting Assistant General Overseer of God's Kingdom Heritage Church (GKHC). My name remains Sandra Chalks. See you next time, thanks for watching,' she concluded.