Prayer From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

And I didn't ask again. Our meals arrived, and I suddenly gulped because I had a feeling that the meals he was ordering were delicious. Before we started eating, the mafia boss told me to lead the pray first, and I followed his order. “Lord, as we gather here before this table, we pause to give thanks for the bounty of the earth from which this meal came forth. Create in us a new spirit, that we may bear fruit for others, and so share our life with the world. Furthermore, thank you for your great love and blessing over our lives. Thank you, that your favor has no end, but it lasts for our entire lifetime. Forgive us for sometimes forgetting that you are intimately acquainted with all of our

"Every mark I leave on you is a prayer. Every bruise, every handprint, every drop of wax. They're all prayers to a god neither of us believes in anymore." He sets the candle aside and grabs my hair, yanking my head back as he fucks me harder, deeper, more desperately. The combination of pain and pleasure is overwhelming, almost too much to process. The wax cooling on my skin, the rosary cutting into my wrists, his massive cock splitting me open while thunder shakes the walls and rain lashes the windows.

Once we were all together, Dad signaled for me to lead the prayer. I took a deep breath and nodded, realizing that this was something I could do. As we gathered in the living room, I closed my eyes and began to speak, my voice trembling. "Lord our God, You are great and almighty. We come to You with humble hearts, pleading for Your mercy. Please keep Poppy safe from all harm and bring her back to us safely. We're lost without her. She's the light of my life, and I can't imagine a world without her. Give her strength, wherever she is. And give us the strength to keep hoping, to keep believing that she'll come back to us.”

Clover turned to look at Mia who was already in tears. " Stop... " Mia raised her hand to stop her from saying another word. Clover kept quiet immediately and just kept watching the scene from where they were hiding. At the same time, she was also waiting for Mia to react as she was sure the latter would. Mia took a step backwards, her face was tear stained as she clenched her fists tightly. Her heart was heavy and painful... Yet she didn't let it stop her from feeling connected. " God of my fathers.... I reduce myself to zero so you can fill me up hundred percent. " The second she finished saying that prayer of faith she opened her mouth and bursted into the language of tongues.

As the darkness eats the light, the drum in my chest grows stronger. "PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostrils. Et ne nos induce in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen." I looked at old man Poso. I couldn't pay attention to what he was saying, but I also couldn't help but feel like the prayer was familiar to me. I don't know where I heard it but he is very familiar to me.

like a broken litany. We stay locked together, trembling, until the first hint of dawn threatens at the windows. Only then do I lift off him, drop to my knees one last time, and lick him clean with slow, penitent strokes. When I stand, I press my cum-slick lips to his ear one final time: “Your sins are forgiven, Father. Go in peace.” I slip out of the booth, leaving him slumped in the chair, shirt open, cock still out, eyes wide with awe and terror and something that looks a lot like salvation.

"Great god Apollo, god of Medicine and Healing, Hear this servant's prayer. Heal him ohh god of medicine. Touch him and heal him. Make your servant well with your cleansing touch. Heal him, Make him well." I chanted my hands placed on Christian's chest, my eyes shut closed... I imagined his inner chest been repaired and made whole. I chanted the mantra three more times, then I heard Christian cough. I opened my eyes immediately, it worked. Christian is healed.

I closed my eyes and began to pray, my voice soft and steady in the quiet room. “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus…” I prayed through every mystery, each word a quiet plea. I asked God to protect me from whatever strange forces were at work in this house. I prayed for my father’s healing. I prayed for strength to remain pure in body and mind. When I finished the last prayer, I felt a little calmer. A little more anchored.

"Ruth—" "Tell me you don't want this, Father." My voice dropped to a whisper. "Tell me you haven't thought about it. Tell me you haven't imagined pulling me into this booth and fucking me senseless. Tell me you haven't pictured me on my knees in front of you, taking communion from your hands in a way that has nothing to do with the body of Christ." He closed his eyes, his lips moving and shaping the words of a prayer that won't save him. His hands were shaking not, and his knuckles were white where they gripped each other.

“When you’re inside me… it’s like prayer.” The words twisted something deep in his chest. Guilt and lust mixed together. He lined up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sophia cried out, gripping the edge of the table. “Yes, Father! Fuck me!” Elias didn’t hold back. He pounded her hard, hips slapping against her ass, the wet sound of her cunt taking every thick inch filling the small room. He reached around and rubbed her clit fast while he fucked her. “Deus, propitius esto mihi peccatori,” he growled in Latin, reciting the old prayer while he railed her. “God, be merciful to me, a sinner.”