Pastor's Daughter Novels & Stories

He sheepishly took another bite of his sandwich as I continued my story. “So, Mama, well, Luna Katherine, said she never should have accepted me as her daughter, and then daddy banished me. I passed out after that and Easton took me to the hospital and we left after I woke up. So Ryan and Hannah were packing my things since I didn’t get the chance to.” I finished. Easton added, “She also called Emily’s mother a whore, called Emily a whore, and Alpha Adam threatened to execute Emily if she returned to Blue Moon territory, so I may have threatened him before we left.” He then popped a grape in his mouth like it was no big deal.

“All of us.” That evening, after dinner, the girls gathered around the piano, singing silly songs while Cassian narrated their “epic performances” with dramatic flair. My father watched them, eyes soft, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the weariness etched across his face. I knelt beside him, brushing his hair back gently. “They’re growing so fast,” he murmured. “I know,” I said, resting my head against his shoulder. “But they’ll always be our little warriors.”

“I’m Augustine but you can call me August.” “Clementine but you can call me Clem or stupid because that’s how I feel right now,” I said and he gave me a puzzled look. “Since you’re only here because my daughter is trying to find me a husband.” Something I didn’t even want. August shook his head. “I think it’s adorable, it’s not like Aaliyah is a random kid. She’s talked about you a lot before. Actually,” he paused to run his hand through his hair sheepishly. “I’m pretty sure she’s trying to play matchmaker because of a comment I made last week.”

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

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.

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."

He didn’t know how should he persuade her. Suddenly, he looked at the little girl’s face after hearing the sounds of her sobbing. With the light of fire, he could see tears were rolling down her eyes ceaselessly. “They said my father has betrayed our country. They said my father is a traitor” She continued sobbing. “They killed my mother, my unborn brother, they killed Xin er. They thought she was me because she was wearing my clothes” Yin Yue was crying her eyes out. “I do not want to live too”

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.

It sounded rough and demonic. It felt like something vile and filthy was inside the girl’s pure and innocent body. “Myra…” Kent and Jane were horrified. Despite looking at the familiar face, their daughter felt like a total stranger to them. Under everyone’s horrified gazes, Myra lifted her foot and took a step forward, seemingly trying to approach Pastor Angelo. “Protect the pastor!” The clergies quickly surrounded the pastor. “Stand down!” Pastor Angelo bellowed all of a sudden. Shocked, the clergies reluctantly stepped away.

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.