Pastor's Daughter Novels & Stories

my mother cursed as my father helped her out of the hospital. Summer smugly sent me a voice message, "You know, I reported in for duty today. No one knew that I had taken your place. Sienna, if you want to play missing person, go ahead. Don't show your face here ever again." My parents were used to the vile things that Summer would say to me. They even thought that Summer was too kind. They said to her, "Just tell Sienna that if she likes being out so much, just die and never come back."

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

I watched the client leave before turning back to them, my voice ice-cold. "How did you find me?" "Mrs. Johnson's daughter works in the same office building as you. We saw you," Sophie said quickly, her eyes darting around the fancy café. "Looks like you're doing pretty well now." "If you have something to say, say it." I didn't ask them to sit. Mom's smile turned awkward. "Elayne, I know I hurt you before... but I'm still your mother. You can't just abandon me."

Lost by his touch and to the world that he’s offering. It’s true that I am a wild child. I am the scandalous daughter of the president and this man right here, kissing and worshipping my skin is just my bodyguard. A bodyguard who makes my knees weak and my body aches for something sinful. His kisses stop and a protest escapes my lips. I tugged him more, this time I turned around so I can face him like a dog in heat wanting to be touched.

My daughter, Lyra Dwyer, was the one who told me about Kael Dwyer's betrayal. She was only five years old, having just completed her pup initiation ceremony. That day, she came back and walked straight up to me. "Mom, Dad's wolf has been tainted by another she-wolf." I was polishing the ritual silverware; my hand paused for a heartbeat before I continued, "Don't talk nonsense, Lyra." "I'm not." She climbed onto the high stool, swinging her legs. "I saw him at the market outside the territory today. He was holding hands with a she-wolf. She had long black hair and was wearing a moon-white dress."

she says With that, I get up and go to my wife's room and knock on the door. The door is opened by a little girl who looks about 10, and she lets me in when she sees who it is. I guess that was the daughter of Nyx that I heard my wife had taken in. "Atia," I say when I see her, she is surrounded by her ladies in waiting, and I see our Royal Prophets here.

Pastor::sorry I missed your calls, I was having a prayer session with one of my Christians in her home. Lyod:: Oh! It's okay pastor. I knew you were not really home because you could have noticed that your daughter isn't home yet. Pastor::How do you mean doctor? don't tell me Laura collapsed again. Lyod:: Not at all pastor, she didn't collapse but she is in a coma right now, my Junior brother brought her from school unconscious. I ran some checks on her and discovered she was rather beaten. Pastor:: Oh lord, beaten? My own daughter was beaten? I can't believe this, who could have done this to my only daughter?

We are still in the freakin’ parking lot! I don't want to become famous for the wrong reasons. I can already see the school paper’s headline tomorrow reading: PREACHER’S DAUGHTER, FAITH ST. CLAIR CAUGHT PANTS DOWN WITH A MAN IN THE PARKING LOT. How can anyone ever recover from such a scandal? I try to stand up from his lap. He grabs my left breast from behind and squeezes it hard. “Uh!” I moan against my will, falling back. He bites my neck, suckling on my skin. “You are wet already, aren't you?”

the other member added. There were hisses forming noises inside the hall. “It is what you, everyone, think of Pastor Miguel,” one member defended, “he is such a good man and has helped a lot of family especially to my son who was addicted and Pastor Miguel was there and redirect my son to be free and now serving among the youth. You are not supposed to conclude about Pastor Miguel.” “That is not point here,” my mother rebutted, “you did not know how dumb that pastor is for making my daughter pregnant and now knowing he is not married. He is such a person of hypocrisy!!” the chest of mother went up as she spoke those sore words against Miguel.

Ama said. My dad had a small frown. "Our pastor. Who is this pastor please?" "His name is Pastor Emmanuel Iren dad. He's the lead Pastor of Celebration Church International. That's where we worship." I said. "Worship? You go to church now?" My mum exclaimed. "Yes I do. It's a crazy story actually." I said. "Did she bring you to the church?" My father asked.