Personalized She Reads Truth Bible Novels & Stories

"Lene, don't take it to heart. We'll throw another party for you in a few days. Don't worry. You won't have to go through something like this again." "It's okay, Mom and Dad. The truth is all that matters." I smiled at them, grateful for their warmth. From then on, no amount of proof against my legitimacy could shake their faith in me. By every measure—blood or title—I was now undeniably the Zellers' daughter. Shirley, however, wasn't nearly as lucky. According to Dylan, she seemed to have lost her mind. She locked herself inside her house every day, muttering incoherently about systems and swaps.

Ever since Evan Moore renounced his worldly pursuits in order to pray for me, I would visit him at the monastery once every month. However, he wasn't in the meditation chamber today. As I waited for Evan inside, a breeze blew open his handwritten scripture. I was surprised when I casually skimmed through the words on the pages. He had always been protective of this handwritten scripture. Every time I asked to see it, he insisted I fast and pray for a week first. However, it was impossible for me to meet such strict demands when I still had to take care of our son.

CeCe whispered into my ear. I was about to grab another glass of wine when the door opened revealing Nathaniel, my college crush. He was looking so handsome as ever in a black shirt and jeans trousers. I almost fell for him all over again, not until someone else showed up behind him. There he was again. Satan's heir. “ Hi everyone, I'm Nathaniel.” He started, his eyes locked on mine. “ And behind me is my best friend, Cassius.” “ Hi everyone.” Cassius said, his voice deep as the wave of the ocean. “ It's a pleasure meeting you all.”

"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

“But if you’re there, please be an angel and let go of mommy sweetheart. I want to have you but now is not the right time. If you are there now, we can't meet each other when you come out” I hugged my belly and just cried my eyes out while whispering my guilt to the child that I’m not sure I have. At midnight, I stood up and took the bible displayed near my bed. I've never read it before, but at times like these, I needed to believe in something, in anything that can give me hope. The bible fell and it opened to a verse that gave me goosebumps. Jeremiah 29:11 - For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a fut

1 Peter 1:13 Complete the race that God has set before us. II Timothy 4:6-8 People of God, give Him glory. Isaiah 42:12 Let us abound in Faith, Love, and Hope. 1 Thessalonians 1:3 ALL. Lies. The Bible fed us with opium. We became high with it. I should have made an effort to save my family, said some suggestions. I have enough strength. Maybe we should have made an underground passage for me and my family to use for escaping the authorities?

"Can I see it?" "Oh, I'm afraid not," He said forbiddingly. "You need to be a priest to read it. But I can read some of it to you that I think might help with your problem." "Thank you Father, that's so kind!" She bobbed in excitement, bouncing her generous chest. "I always follow the Bible's advice." "Okay, let's see now," He flicked through to a random page, tilting the book so she couldn't see it. "Here we go. The Book of, uh, Fellatius."

Jennifer said shaking her head "Yea,but the sad thing is that everybody isn't going to accept this truth or believe in it" "Why?" Jennifer asked. "It's plain and simple of what the bible says" "Most people rather believe in men instead of their own God. Many are called but few are chosen" "Many are called but few are chosen. What scripture is that?" Jennifer asked "Matthew chapter twenty two and verse fourteen" Sophia replied "How do you know if you're chosen to be into this truth?" Jennifer asked

None of his books went unnumbered. The first page of the jotter had his mom's full name boldly written at the top in her calligraphic handwriting: 'From Victoria Sarah Ijeoma Edochie.' And, surprisingly, below it was his name: 'To Joel Chukwuebuka Edochie'. His brows dipped and he flipped to the other side. "Romans 10 vs 11: For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth in him shall not be ashamed." Undoubtedly, this was hers because this used to be her favorite quote from the Bible.

I insisted. Drayce sighed. “I don’t know why that you can’t see it, but they wrote it in god’s text. No mortal could read this even me, but you, you could read it with no struggles.” And he looks impressed. “Really? You wrote it in a different text?” I looked at the paper one more time, but I still see simple words. I don’t know if Drayce is just fooling with me. “This is impossible.” Apollo said. “Who took this from her? This is a song that I wrote for her.”