Pastor's Daughter Novels & Stories

The Pastor began with a prayer. ‎After the prayer, he moved to reading some scriptures, preaching, and it was time for a prophetic word. ‎Pastor Peter was quite a skilled prophet at so far all his prophecies have come to pass. ‎“Pastor please tell us, what does the future hold for my son and my daughter Porsha?" Mom asked, her voice bubbling with curiosity.

“Naomi, where have you been?” Pastor Thomas's voice cracked across the living room, the slam of his Bible against the table making the picture frames tremble. Naomi froze at the door, her hand still on the doorknob, her heart dropped to her stomach. “I was just out with friends.” “Friends?” His eyes sharp behind his glasses pinned her in place. “Do you think temptation cares that you are my daughter?” Naomi swallowed lifting her chin despite the tremor in her voice. “I’m not a child, Father, I can breathe without your permission.”

He scowled and I scowled back. "Are you deaf?" he demanded. "Get up! Let's go!" I groaned. I swung my feet out of bed. He walked out of the room, grunting the whole way. >>><<< The only good thing about church--besides learning about all things Holy--was Primrose. She was the pastor's daughter. She was smart, kind, loving, and fun even though she followed what her dad said far too much. I had tried to convince her to get out of her shell, but nothing ever worked. Plus, she had a secret that only I knew. She would get exorcised if her father ever found out that she was a lesbian.

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

I wasn't surprised that the pastor and his wife were dressed as if they were going to church, while their daughter was caged in a long skirt and a headscarf just like me. My mother was sitting at the head of the table, with my father sitting on the side immediately next to her. It was clear who wore the pants in this house, and it was definitely not my father. I couldn't believe that he was sitting there quietly. Most fathers would have fought for their daughters, and would never allow for something like this to happen right under their nose. But he was just sitting there and watching my mother put me through this hell. "Before we start," Pastor Ramodisa spoke up in his baritone voice, "I wo

Her parents either completely blinded by their religious devotion or just totally numb to their daughter's agony shoved her forward by the elbows. "Come, Ella. Move your feet," her mother had whispered, her voice tight and entirely devoid of emotion. "We have to go to the back office to pay our respects to the pastor Don't make a scene." ​Just the memory of walking down that narrow, dimly lit hallway made her shiver violently under the shower now, a cold, paralyzing dread cutting right through the near boiling water,She remembered the heavy click of the office door shutting behind them, locking out the rest of the world and sealing her fate. The room smelled of old paper, leather, and expens

I asked, my voice quaking. “Unfortunately not. Apparently, the girl had been quite the wild card, sleeping around from here to there. But I can’t really blame her though. I mean, the bible did say that an idle man is the devil’s workshop.” “That’s…that’s horrible.”I replied, feeling just as sorry for myself as I felt for her. I know the poor girl probably thought she had it bad, but I wondered what she would think when she found out that the very man whom had called to counsel her during her lowest moments, the man she called a mentor and a pastor also had a daughter who couldn’t adhere to the teachings of the bible and keep herself pure until marriage.

“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.

The door opened and the pastor walked in, "ahh girls... how are you? And how's school and friends Precious..?" "School is great pastor and so it everyone. So I'm pretty happy about everything.." He nodded slowly and sat at the edge of his table, "sin... it does that at first.. it's like a drug... you get one hit and be happy and then find yourself wanting more and more..." I just stared blankly at him confused since I had no fucken idea what he was talking about. "So.. your friend is worried about you Precious... your new friends... Layla and Wendy and..."

She is bouncing up and down with me while Hunter is shaking with laughter at our antics, I try my best to have an excited expression. Yet when she hugged me, I slightly sensed a presence that seemed in her. It was cold, malicious, and terrifying. I felt it whisper to my mind calling me daughter. I felt like I heard a voice whisper. “Your time is soon my daughter.” I ignore it and do not show any sign of a reaction as we step forward together. "Let us go out to dinner!" Hunter says and I am so excited. I take all of my bags straight to my room where I will sort everything out later.