Personalized Leather Bible Niv Novels & Stories

Andrea suggests as she places her Bible on the stands and begins to read. "The Lord is my shepherd. I lack nothing, He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside still waters, He refreshes my soul, He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake." Julia shares and begins to read it with Andrea, Robert, and Alexa.

"Dear, sister! Look at this Bible in my hand and tell me if it isn't the most beautiful piece of God's evidence in the world today. We live in an evil world where people rejoice whenever a man is killed by his enemies and taken into the slaughter house. We live in an evil world where many people waste their time and resources in looking for sexually exciting videos on the Internet. The time we live in is hard and bad things are on the rise. The Bible says we should love our enemies. The Bible encourages us to forgive those who seek our forgiveness. The Bible says we should let go of the past and look forward into a brighter future where a lion cub and a lamb will play in an open field withou

Inside, there’s only one object. A book. It’s worn, bound in cracked dark leather, the surface mottled with age. The edges are frayed and soft, like it’s been turned over in many hands. One corner is blurred with old water stains, and faint patterns press into what’s left of the original design. The leather smells of earth and dust. It’s the kind of book that’s been hidden as much as it’s been held, kept out of sight for years, maybe longer. Evelyn hesitates.

It was exactly what my body had been begging for. Dragging in a shaky, shallow breath, I reached up and slid the heavy winter jacket off my shoulders. I tossed it onto the mattress, watching it land directly over my Holy Bible, totally covering it from view. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was a terrible sin. But as I stared at the hidden book, I wasn't feeling a single ounce of guilt. I didn't even know why, or what was suddenly wrong with my mind, but the last thing I wanted right now was to look at my Bible. I couldn't have it staring back at me while I...

She was desperate for help, and she silently prayed for a miracle. She felt weak. She went to the pews and sat a few rows from the front. As she did, she looked up and noticed an open Bible. It was a thick book, and the header read: The New Testament, The Book of Luke. She scanned the pages, looking for a sign, wondering if her prayer had been answered. She read: “I grant you power and authority over every demon, power and authority over every disease.” Her heart raced. Was it a message?

When people attempted to stop me to talk, I waved and said hello, but I kept the course to my destination. As I'd hoped, there was no one around. I unzipped my backpack and took out the blanket I'd packed, careful not to accidentally toss the journal on the ground. There wasn't anything ornate or special about the cover itself, although I was certain it had been expensive. The leather was soft like suede yet worn like a jacket. While I assumed it was new, it appeared aged. The words on the pages screamed at me to read them, but even if Jude hadn't written what was inside, I'd still covet the book for its beauty.

"You stay behind me." She started to protest. Then noticed the worry in his eyes. Not annoyance. Fear. She nodded. "Okay." --- The chapel was silent. Sunlight streamed through colored glass, painting the wooden pews in shades of blue and crimson. At the altar sat a single leather-bound Bible. Beside it rested a sealed envelope. Across the front, in elegant handwriting, were three words. For Grace Only. Dani's breath caught. Slowly, she stepped forward. She reached for the envelope.

Also, the leather has a glossy texture that catches the weak lights in the room. This journal is beautiful. But the contents are probably also dangerous. On the cover, there is no title. Also no decoration. Just plain shiny black leather and a clasp holding the pages closed. Gently, I open the clasp and lift the cover. Next, I turn to the first page, my hands trembling slightly. On the first page, the first thing I see is a short paragraph written in a handwriting I can recognize anywhere in the world, even in my sleep. My mum’s handwriting.

She looked proud as she explained this, but deep down, I had a feeling her father used these as leverage. She walked over to the end of the bookshelf, pulling out a black leather-bound book tied with a thin rope. Carved into the leather were the words ‘Book of Transcendents’. Maleigha motioned to a small round table and the three of us sat down. She handed the book to Kai and he opened to the first page.

I’m sure there’s a few here. I head to one shelf and reach for the worn blue spine with ‘Magic’ embossed in gold. But before my fingers brush the cover, another hand, much larger than mine, materializes beside it. Elijah.