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I blink and sniffle before giving him a nod. “It says, I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” I blink again, confused. He twists his mouth, hesitating. “I’ve never shared this with anyone, but… this scripture got me through some of the roughest seasons of my life.” I sniffle again, listening. “For some reason, my mom would always recite it to me when I was younger… I held on to it even when I didn’t feel wonderful. They say the Bible is the truth. I don’t really care about God’s book, but that scripture became my truth…”

"You don't have to do this." "Yes I do." "I can ask for a recess. I can—" "Ethan. I'm fine." "You're not fine. You're shaking." "I'm fine. I'm just nervous." "You're never nervous." "Then I'm terrified. But I'm doing it anyway." I walk to the stand. My legs are shaking. My hands are shaking. Everything is shaking. I sit. Place my hand on the Bible. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

Shaking her head in a frantic motion, Emmeline fought the intoxicating pull of his proximity. This man was temptation incarnate. He was a walker of iniquity sent to drag her down into a den of ruin. She squeezed her eyes shut and desperately summoned the ultimate shield of her faith to combat the heat pooling in her belly. "Greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world. First John chapter four, verse four." She gasped the scripture in a breathless rush, clinging to the verse as a frantic reminder that the holy spirit within her was supposed to conquer the sinful flesh of the world. Yet her body continued its rank betrayal.

he asked in a low voice. Only then did Kimberly realize she was holding a Latin version of the Bible. He had already taken the thick book from her without waiting for her to respond. He put the bothersome book aside. His cool voice became more profound, "In the Old Testament of the Bible, there is a poem that doesn't carry any religious colors. It's devoid of God or deities, speaking only of the girl he loves." "Do you want to hear it?" "Mhm." Kimberly felt his wandering hand; her cheeks flushed red, and she casually replied.

Bible reading From 1 Corinthians 13:4-7: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

“You’re here.” “I’m here.” Martin closed the door behind him. Stepped closer. The chain felt heavy in his pocket, but he pulled it out—silver glinting under the desk lamp. Held it out. “I read the letters. All of them. I want to wear this again. But only if we do this right. No more half-truths. No more hiding. No more running.”

I say, strolling back toward her. “Besides Rat Trap on your fake tits, the second game is called Truth: A Little Flesh or Lies: A Lot of Flesh.” I smirk. “Rules are simple. I’m going to adjust our little rat friend, so he’s positioned right above your overpriced silicone tits. Then, I ask a question. As I heat the bucket. You answer and if I believe you, I release a little heat. Vincent over there, he takes part of a finger. But if we think you’re lying?” I glance over at Vinny. “I heat the bucket, and he takes the whole fucking finger.”

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

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I hope I wasn't unlucky enough to end up working for another entitled rich guy to polish his résumé. Levi stood up with ease, thanking the boss and his colleagues. Having concluded he must have a strong background, I quickly adjusted my mindset despite the bitter feeling in my chest. But to my surprise, he came looking for trouble instead. While thanking everyone, Levi suddenly shot me a glance. I instantly sensed something was off. He said, "I admit I have some shortcomings, but I will work hard to get better. Most importantly, I won't let my abilities compromise my personal morals and character.