Prayer From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

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

"As we forgive those who trespass against us…” I curled my fingers deeply inside her, pressing against that spot that made her see stars. "Lead us not into temptation and shit..." She gasped out, her prayer breaking off into moans. I thrust harder, knowing I was the reason her words and thoughts were scrambled"...and deliver us from evil…”

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!!!!

I close my eyes, tears streaming down my face as I pray for death to take me. ***

I felt my skin break into goose bumps as he raised his muscular arms higher his hands hooked into claws and continued; "God of our flesh God of our minds God of our innermost will." I found myself softly chanting along with him. As I did I came closer intending on sitting next him however moving suddenly Mark somehow uncrossed his legs and shot himself up into a standing position in one fluid move. Standing tall his arms raised completely over his head which was thrown back staring at the ceiling Mark finished the prayer. "O mighty Lord Satan, teach us to become strong and wise Teach us to vanquish the enemies of our freedom and well-being" REGE SATANA!

“Bones of saints. Fingers of martyrs. Tongues of virgins. Sealed in 1893 after a scandal the Church buried deeper than the dead. Now it’s mine.” He entered me slow, thick, and bare. No condom. No hesitation. Just heat, stretch, and fullness. I arched, cried out, and the rope biting my wrists, the velvet slick beneath me. He fucked me like a prayer—deep, deliberate, and each thrust a syllable of Latin I didn’t know but felt in my bones: “Dominus vobiscum… et cum spiritu tuo…” The cameras rolled. The candles burned lower, wax dripping onto the stone like tears of the damned.

"If I were you, I'm going to start now a prayer." "Then you lead the prayer, Mom." "Basil Zafeiriou!" Irish yelled at his name. "Oops. mommy is angry, Daddy." Bethena covered her eyes with her tiny hands. "Okay, okay I'm going now to make a prayer for us. Let's hold each other hands," he ordered, holding now the hand of his daughter and beloved wife while their eyes are closed. "Dear Lord, I really don't know how to pray but I will try my best for my wife, daughter and everyone who are with us right now. There's no more lot of say and I will just thank you for giving this day for us. Thank you for giving me a reason to change and thank you for giving these angels with me. I maybe did bad thi