Poem Salvation Novels & Stories

The red shirt underneath feels like a deliberate choice, the vibrant color bold against the dark suit, and it reminds me of the blood that will soon be spilled, that will stain my hands before the night is over. “Welcome Mr…” he begins, stretching his hand to me. An unwise decision, I think, as I glance at his extended hand- a gesture to show trust, to form a connection. It's a pity he’s just offered his hand to The Devil, to the very man who will soon be taking his last breath. “Levi” I answer, my voice is calm, controlled, as I grasped his hand in mine. The contact is brief, but it’s enough to have his face imprinted at the back of my mind.

Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. The name of the writer is the godslayer: {evil}. He also ended his book with a paragraph in which he wrote: Am I the Evil, or am I the Good, who freed the world from the prison of the word of God that prevents them from relying on themselves? Am I the "Savior" or am I salvation itself, when the scales change the search for strength It's What makes you count and what makes you one of the scales of the balance ,when you reach absolute power, the absolute truth appears before you, only time judges us to perish.

I suspect because it was my first efforts at writing. For those who may not have had a chance to read the series, here is the list of stories associated with this series in order: Alpha Kate Beta to Luna Alpha Siblings Her Ultimate Salvation I hope you are enjoying Her Ultimate Salvation so far. There will be lots of twists and turns. It is always a process with my stories and I hope you will stick with the story to the end. Like many authors, I believe in happy ever afters, but getting there takes time, some hurts, and character growth :)

I stretched out my hands first and I was still relaxed. ***** "The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” Psalm 27:1

He proffered a white nylon to me and I collected it. What a life saver. "Thanks"I smiled. "I'm a life saver, right ?"He whispered into my ears. That...feels eerie. But ,I reply him anyway . "indeed , I'm grateful " I kept the nylon on my thigh and focus on what Mrs pershing was saying. "You can introduce yourself " Mrs pershing said to the girl behind her. "I'm Savannah ,savvy for short"she stepped out with a smile. "Waoh ; she's really beautiful "I heard Fred muttered.

For someone so broken and lost I feel the Almighty granted me what I wanted all these years. A safe haven. A comforter. A salvation. The beginning of serendipity in my life seeps in through my parched soul. It's overwhelming yet as the hope arises fear also creeps in. Dahil lahat ng nag uumpisa ng mabilis at madali ay madali ring baliin at alisin. It's funny to think that even those people who waited for such a long time for someone they love. Ended up with the same situation like those who just waited for months. They earned nothing except pain.

AMORE woke up to a noise coming from outside. Her eyes flutters as she look around, and her eyes fixes on the door that was closed but is now open. Someone opened it. For a long time, she was surrounded by darkness and she was already accustomed to it. But now that her eyes catches a glimpse of light, its like giving her a new chapter of life that has been sorrowed by darkness. For the time that she was in the dark, she have lost hope of even getting out of that place alive.

Please Elexier, come her and save me. God, please save me. Please send an angel to save me from all this pain. And I know you won’t forsake me. I can’t take this anymore. Please. Or at least Elocin. God, please save that friend of mine. She don’t deserve to die. She don’t deserve any pain and hurting. Please, save her God. Please don’t forsake her. And I trust you that you won’t. I trust in you God. My breathing is still hitching. I’m now showering in my sweat. Not this is it then. I’ll die. They’ll kill me. I know. But please, at least Elocin, save her. Elexier, please save her.

Damiano might be the ‘Italian Devil’ for everybody else, but for her, he was ‘Her Italian Savior’. Damiano never stopped looking for her, always finding her every time she needed to be found. He saved her from loneliness, protected her, and forgave her. Gave her a wonderful little boy. Their hearts, their lives were forever connected in this life and in the next ones. The crooked position of her neck forced Thea to turn back. Damn the cast! Damn the fact that she couldn’t put her arms around him and stay like this forever.

As the music picked up, I let the rhythm take over, my body moving freely, each step shaking off the burdens of the day. Dancing there, with the fire crackling in the background and the stars watching silently from above, I felt a momentary escape from the complexities of my return home. Here, I was just Sky—the girl who could dance away her sorrows and charm the moon. The night air, filled with the scent of pine and the occasional pop and hiss of the fire, seemed to cleanse the weight of earlier revelations. Under the vast, starlit sky, I could breathe, laugh, and, for a brief moment, hope that maybe everything could still turn out alright. Here, it was just me, the music, and the night—exa