Pastor's Daughter Novels & Stories

Helena was a cute little angel, nineteen years of age still in the University. She is the only child of her mother and was born out of wedlock. Her mom had spoilt her silly. In her own words, with impudent face told me, when I asked her how she got involved with her pastor said," I'm a lady that gets whatever I want. I get whoever I'm interested in, including my pastor. I do not just strike at my victim, I look for a loophole even as tiny as my little finger,".Snapping with her fingers to drive home her point. I noticed that the pastor calls me his wife when we joined his Church years back. When I grew older he continued. Clocking eighteen, my mom took me to his house for prayers because he

ADAM I could not find peace tonight, seeing that girl, it felt like I had gone back in time. She was the spitting image of my Selene. And I couldn’t stop thinking about whether that girl was my Ayla, the daughter we had to hide. I never heard what her name was, but I heard them talking about a lone wolf saving her when that fucking heir attacked her. Could it be my father? who, after all these years where still alive, and around to look after her.

My mother frowned, undisguised disappointment in her expression. "Honestly, your health is perfectly fine, so why can't you get pregnant? Are you even trying properly?" My father sighed as well. "Cassidy, stop being so stubborn. Take care of your health properly. The Lester family is still waiting for a grandson." Angela quickly stepped in to smooth things over and hooked her arm through mine. "Oh right, Cassidy, did you drink the herbal fertility medicine I gave you before? It's supposed to help a lot with conception." The moment she mentioned that prescription, irritation surged through me.

he called out softly, knocking rhythmically before the wooden door. Silence. Absolute silence.. Lancer forehead creases slightly, confusion evident on his face. “...Ana?” Still, no response came. He knocked again twice, before his hand slowly wrapped around the doorknob, pushing it open, having received no response. Creak— The door creaked open noisily, revealing his daughter's room that was dimly lit by the moonlight that shone through her opened window. And there, his daughter sat beside the window with lowered head, her little legs dangling gently, her whole presence shrouded in sorrow.

“Pastor Kofolori frowned, his eyes darkening with rage. Who was this woman? A phantom of temptation or what? “Young woman-’ Pastor Kofolor stood his ground, deepening his frown. “Cynthia,' she corrected moving closer. “Cynthia Eme. I have no need for you, you understand?' “Pastor Kofo…Just let come in, even if it's sweeping your house. It would be great serving you, Pastor…' She made to touch his shoulder. “He was quick to catch her movement. He barred her from reaching him. 'Daughter of Eve,' he growled angrily. 'Take yourself out of here immediately. I don't need you!' “With this Pastor Kofolori slammed the door shut, breathing heavily. 'Daughters of Eve, daughters of Eve,' he mumbled as h

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.

Pastor Vivian turned to my aunt, "Endurance, her daughter wants more than anything a friend and playmate. She troubled your daughter till she made a friend out of her" "This is so true. You are right…" she cried. Forcing a thin smile, Pastor Vivian remarked "The Holy Spirit is always right"

It dawned on me that faith works. Without further ado, I will call Pastor Bernie onto the stage to say a few words about his beloved daughter.” The church choir sang ‘Wonderful Day’ by Thobekile. Pastor Bernie was beaming with joy and said, “I thanked the Lord for answering our prayers. My sweet daughter, I am so proud of you. You are so kind and generous. Please embrace your in-laws and cherish each other. To my son-in-law, you are like a breath of fresh air in the Bernie family. Don’t take each other for granted.

“I promise you.” “A mistake?” A bitter laugh ripped out of my throat. “Pastor Patricia,” I said, curling my fingers into exaggerated quotation marks. “The almighty saint.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “You call having sex with a younger man, your daughter’s ex fiancé, a mistake?” Sweat had gathered along her hairline. Her body trembled like a leaf caught in the wind. She looked completely shaken. “It’s the work of the devil,” she sobbed.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau