Poems About Salvation Novels & Stories

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.

Choose him—or choose yourself. Her throat closed. Her vision swam. She could almost hear Magnolia’s voice whispering the words in her ear, soft as venom. The promise was not of healing, but of sacrifice. The rain outside thickened, cloaking the city in a haze. For the first time, Savannah realized that every step Magnolia had taken—every smile, every whispered confession—had been carefully laid groundwork for this moment. A poisoned promise: that salvation would always be dangled, never freely given.

But fate wants to play with me. Andrew sold me to his business partner, and drug dealer, Max Willies. I thought that was the end of my life. I wanted to kill myself, but God wouldn’t let me, so I escaped from the misery. Then when someone else found me, I was happy and thought that at last, after so many years… I am free… I am saved.

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.

That day, I cut off all contact with Sam and Pera. Seamus had once become my only safe haven, my only salvation, and it was only now that I finally understood how wrong I had been—he was never my savior at all, but the one who had truly killed my father. Just then, the door was pushed open so abruptly it nearly struck me, and Seamus froze as a flicker of shock crossed his eyes. He demanded what I was doing there, and I replied calmly that I had only wanted to talk, that he seemed busy, and that we could speak later.

“My dad made me read Paradise Lost when I was a kid. It kinda blew my mind. John Milton was a genius. Anyway, your pomposity and insolence have caused someone to hate you so much that that person actually donated a huge amount to see you being skinned alive. But let me just say that money isn’t the only reason why you are here. You see, I just don’t kill. I have qualifiers and you simply qualified. You committed pride, the very sin from which the other sins arise.” “No. No. Please…” Hilary trembled in terror. “Don’t do this. Please don’t…” “Shhh… You fucked them up, Hilary, but don’t worry, you will redeem yourself tonight…with your life. You have to understand that what I am doing here isn’

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.

A torch of fire was brought in and handed over to the pack’s priest, who held it up above his head, such that we all had to look up to see the torch burning like youthful strength, and flickering like a rush of adrenalin. “From the gods our souls came, and from the dust was our bodies made, to both we shall return.” The priest said loud enough for us all to hear. “To both we shall return.” We all, who had gathered for Gova’s funeral responded, our voices echoing in the funeral ground. The priest dropped the torch on the funeral pyre, lighting up the corpse, and sparking up a round of wailing from family, friends and well-wishers of late Gova. I felt my tears dripping non-stop, warming up my

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.

He flashed his pearly whites at the audience and then with a deep breath, he resumed. "After love and fear, there’s pride; After tears, the night; After all the words are gone, A chair with just one light. After memories, the dream That you will come home safe; After sleep, another day Of waiting for my life. After hope, the happiness Of thinking of your love; After moments of despair A stone no thought can move. After all the sacrifice, The hunger and the pain,