Prayer From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

i passed by him and grab the prayer mat from the side table and placed it and started reciting my prayer that i missed from last night. i totally forgot about him and focus on my prayer . when my prayer finished i raise my hand for prayer . i heared a click when i opened my eyes xavier was sitting right infront of me on the floor having his phone in his hand . he took my picture . i didn,t said anything i was getting up from prayer mat when he held my hand . "why you pray to him after what happened to you ?" i was shocked wih his question . "because allah is my creater and i need allah everytime no matter what happens "

Nothing came. The silence stretched, thick and terrible. The congregation shifted again, unease rippling outward. Malachor’s presence pressed closer still, his attention a weight she could barely bear. Tears pricked her eyes, not from shame but from the overwhelming need surging through her. Her faith cracked under the onslaught, the ritual words blurring into nonsense as her core pulsed, on the edge of release. She pressed her forehead to the stone, whispering hoarsely, "Forgive me... please..." The plea hung ambiguous, directed at the altar but meant for the shadow devouring her from within. The licking intensified, tongue fucking her hole now, stretching her with ethereal thrusts while su

Ignoring the conversations. Then the woman went on her knees as the Reverend father began praying in a silent tune, his hands placed on the uninterested kid. She noticed he began cleaning off tear drops from his eyes, as quickly as he could to avoid being spotted, blinking as fast as he could. Soon the prayer session ended as the woman rose to her feet and the two made the sign of the crucifix. As the woman began her Chronicles of appreciation, the boy did something. He tried licking his cheek. Old habits die hard.

Ara had gone ice cold with fear. She clenched her fists painfully tight and started chanting the prayer without a break. Her senses concentrated on the words that she was uttering. "Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil........................." she had no idea for how long she continued to recite it but when she stopped, she didn't feel the in

Tell God how much you love being finger-fucked by your priest. 'Our Father, who art in heaven,' I began, voice breaking as his fingers thrust harder, the wet squelch filling the air. Slap—another to my other breast, the pain blooming into heat that arrowed straight to my core. 'Hallowed be Thy name.' He added a third finger, scissoring them to widen me, his palm grinding against my clit with each drive. 'Thy kingdom come,' I moaned, hips bucking to meet him. He slapped my thigh again, harder, the red mark rising like a brand. 'Your kingdom's right here, slut—wrapped around my fingers. Keep praying while I make this pussy gush.'

he sprinkles the water on her She starts to resist, she starts to shake and suddenly she starts screaming I break into tears watching my daughter battle for her body and life "I said out in the name of Jesus!!" The priest proclaimed "Child you have to fight it" he said to precious "say the lord's prayer with me, hold my hand" Precious grabs the priest's hands "Our father, who art in heaven" her eyes start to turn dark "hallow be thy name, thy kingdom come" she battles the pain as the priest continues the lord's prayer

He yells, his voice booming throughout the canyon. I tighten my hilt on the grip of the scarlet sword, go down on my knees, and let my mind relax. Then I recited one thing that struck my mind. "Our dear heavenly Father," I prayed. I don't know what pushed me, but I just felt this sudden urge to pray. Even though I could hear the loud roaring of the lads as they came descending on me like an insect, I didn't let that disturb my mind or the prayer I was reciting. "Hallow be unto your holy name," I continue again. "Let your kingdom come, and let it reign here on earth. Please, grant me the power and ability to defeat this being. Lift me high above them and send me an unexpected miracle so I can

A side street, perhaps, or a driveway. Peter no longer prayed in silence. He recited the words out loud. New vibrations filled the hub as the bus drove over loose ground. “Our Father, who art in Heaven!” He saw his mother beside him, screaming the words along with him. Every stab of pain she’d inflicted was worth it to have her here. To think that he’d spent so much time pouring energy into wordplay when prayer was the only verse he’d ever need. Julia dropped onto her side. She put her fingers in her mouth, bit down. Her left hand cradled her stomach.

The priest's kind eyes met mine, his understanding and comprehension evident. He led me to a quiet, silent corner, away from prying eyes and eager ears. With closed eyes, he raised his hands up, invoking the divine energy that flowed through him. His voice resonated with the solemnity of his prayers, words weaving a protective shield around me. As the priest's prayers echoed through the hallowed space, I felt a surge of strength coursing through my veins. A renewed sense of purpose filled my being, bolstering my resolve to have my way in whatever I was doing in my life at all costs. With a final, heartfelt amen, the priest concluded the prayer.

“Lord… I’m ready.” I closed my eyes. I placed my hands on my chest. I lifted my face toward heaven, though my eyes were shut. “Take me, Lord… for I am a sinner.” I prayed fervently. Until… BOOOOM!!!!