Personalized Leather Bible Niv Novels & Stories

“Time for a little story. No pressure, but this one’s important. Gotta have that legacy.” Nik blinked slowly at the pages, completely quiet. He watched intently as I read, voice hushed and monotone. It was a simple book, designed for early readers, full of art in primary colors and a watered-down retelling. The battle for the temple, the miracle of the oil, and the general message of standing up for what’s right. Nik probably didn’t understand any of it yet. He was probably just entranced by the scarlet robe on Judah Maccabee, or the golden gleam of the lamp. But I believed it didn’t matter.

Only one site remained on the screen. Olalekan stood up and studied the web address on the screen. It was vaguely familiar. With furrowed eyebrows, he wondered where he had seen this before. The others studied this too. BIBLECHRONICLES.ORG Huh? “Isn’t this the website that owns that famous daily devotional app?” One of the Heads of Department said. “Indeed it is. My daughter uses it every day to conduct her bible reading.” Said another. “I don’t understand why this is here…”

How could she have the guts to eat when Gideon was not eating? She gritted her teeth and put the food package on the container, putting it on the dashboard. Gideon saw what she did and his brow raised, "You are not eating anymore?" Jewel shook her head. "I'll eat later." Sighing, she looked around the dashboard. "Did you bring a Bible? I want to read." Gideon glanced at her for a moment. "In the glove compartment," he said and looked at the road ahead again. She opened the small hinged door on the dashboard and she saw a pocketbook size New Testament. Jewel looked at her husband for a moment before taking the small book and opening it up, reading from the book of Matthew.

Thorns sinking into marked flesh like venomous teeth, the man pushed his crown deeper as red fluid leaked through the fresh marks, trickling down the side of a hairless chin. He was naked again. Like he was. Like he'd always been. Like he'd always be. The small book of scriptures, lay in front of him, as always. The worn out edges of the old Bible touching his bare knees. The stained pages showing powerful spiritual words which were going faint from age.

Covered in thick layers of dust is a brown leather book. Ever so carefully, I pull it out and wipe the dust off with my hand. It is hard to see the lettering, but I see the familiar “W.” With everything I had, I inhale and hold my breath before blowing across the beautiful leather material sitting in the palm of my tiny hands. “The World of the Unknown. I found you.”

The complete volume of the World Almanac on the top row, varying books about business and commerce on the middle, and a compilation of untitled white leather-bound books on the bottom. The white books caught my attention quickly. Weird. It looked specifically custom-made. I was almost tempted to open one of them when I found a familiar-looking book placed singularly at the far corner of the shelf. It was bound using black lamb skin. The title written on the spine made me frown as I read it. ‘The God’s Emerald Eyes.’

Though she normally was not a timid woman, at that moment, she looked vulnerable, and her vulnerability enhanced her beauty. The bailiff approached the witness stand. “Do you need a minute?” the bailiff asked. A small smile touched her lips. “I’m ready.”, Grace said. The young man in uniform pushed a heavy book in front of Grace. “We found a copy of the Orthodox Study Bible. Is that the bible you use?” Grace’s eyes widened, then they glistened. “It is. Thank you.”, Grace said. The bailiff discarded his soft persona and spoke in his capacity as a highly trained Officer of the Court. “Please place your left hand on the Bible and right hand in the air.”

he pointed out, and that's when the doorbell rang. "Ethan," I whispered, my voice cracking. He was already moving. He opened the door, but instead of the usual red box, there was something different. My stomach churned. A Bible. My name was carved into the leather cover. I rose to my feet and moved over to Ethan. He picked it up and opened it slowly. My eyes widened. Blood stained the thin pages, spreading in dark blotches. The coppery smell hit my nose, and I gagged. And there, scrawled across one of the ruined pages in an unfamiliar, jagged handwriting, were the words:

"I know some things that every father will enjoy," Lucas said confidently. "And it's all in here." He tapped the leather-bound Bible on his desk. "Really?" She piped. "I read the Bible all the time. What part is it?" He smiled as he thought quickly. "Well, my child, since I am a priest, I have a special Bible. The, uh, priest's edition, that's right. And it has some extra things in it." "Wow," Her pretty eyes were wide in wonder. "Can I see it?"

Even the judge’s brows twitched in faint surprise, this wasn’t a name anyone had expected to hear. Julian kept his gaze forward, ignoring the speculative looks darted between the lawyers, ignoring the sudden, sharp way Luca’s head turned toward him. He knew what his appearance would signal: disruption, danger… and maybe, just maybe, salvation. The clerk stepped forward, holding out the worn leather Bible. “Place your left hand on the Bible, raise your right hand,” she instructed. Julian obeyed without hesitation, palm pressed firmly against the cool, aged cover. His expression didn’t flicker, not even when his eyes found Asher’s across the room.