Prayer From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

My eyes were teary. Then, her left hand was raised wide, as if she was about to welcome a hug from someone she missed. "I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist. Like it doesn't exist ..." Well done, Zoey. Here now the hardest part. I closed my eyes, cupped my palms together, praying. O mighty goat, give Zoey your power. I opened my eyes. Hopefully, my prayer was granted at once. Then, Zoey put her left palm on her chest.

He noticed the angry stares from the man due to his lack of attention “Cynthia asked if you’d like to join them in church duty tomorrow” Oh, for fucks sake. “I’m so sorry, I have other plans” He politely refused. His father shot daggers at him, but the one to answer was Cynthia. “Other plans that don’t involve praying on Sunday morning?” Her voice was filled with venom, and Chris couldn’t fathom all that deceitfulness into a church.

His eyes widened, and he adjusted his cassock, trying to remain composed. “What is that?” he breathed. “May God forgive his daughter.” He gripped his rosary, whispering prayers under his breath. “I haven’t done anything wrong, Father,” I said, my voice trembling. “I just can’t deny myself pleasure, who wouldn't want the cock of a handsome young priest thrusting into their pussy.” I added. My eyes dropped to his garment, I could see his bulge, a crooked smile appeared on my lips as I stood and slowly moved around him. I lightly brushed his chest.

My voice, soft, carries my heart's deepest wish. "Sweetheart," I murmur, "Let's pray for papa, okay?" He nods, his small hands clasping together near his chest. He closes his eyes and bows his head, and I follow suit. Together, we send our silent prayers out into the universe, seeking strength, hope, and healing.

Grayson questioned to which the PA said, " Prayers are the best to do " " Increase his security. Don't worry about money, I'm ready to spend as much as money possible. All I want as a result is, him back to life. Either by hook or crook or by prayers save him. Pray for his life for my family please " Grayson politely requested his PA who with time has become his good friend. His PA forced a smile on him and bowed to the Wrights before leaving the room.

What is clear is that all the enemies are really enemies, the lives they are at stake, are not just business matters. Amanda rubbed her husband's head, hoping that he would be calmer and more soundly in his sleep. But Felix grabbed Amanda's hand and linked his fingers, gripping Amanda's fingers tightly, he didn't want his beloved wife to get hurt anymore. Soon the Adhan resounded, causing Felix to open his eyes and sit up, so far he hasn't prayed yet, he even forgot how. "Ra, teach me to pray, I'm sorry I can't be a good priest for you," said Amar

Their deep voices sent a chill down the spines of everyone who heard it was so deeply poignant and moving that even the most powerful of men acknowledged their insignificance when faced with the omnipotent presence of God. ‘In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Amen’ They said together as the prayer came to an end and the Consultant removed the life support tube from Tash’s throat, the whole world seemed to stop as everyone waited. ‘Breathe’ Romero prayed silently,

In that solemn moment, Hans closed his eyes and made a silent prayer to the gods, a desperate plea for help. "Please," he whispered under his breath, "save him. If you're out there, watching over us, please save my friend." His voice trembled with the emotional intensity of the plea, and he continued to watch over Connor, hoping against hope that there might still be a chance for his best friend's recovery.

I made my way towards him, my footsteps soundless against the polished marble floor. Once I reached him, I watched him silently, straining my ears to hear his prayer. He was praying for forgiveness. Alas, he never asked for mine. My hands balled into fists at my sides, clenched at my sides. Each word he uttered only fanned the flames of my anger, simmering beneath the surface like a brewing volcano. But then, in a shaky whisper, his words spilled out like a confession. “Lord… deliver Ezreal from his demons… protect his soul from the darkness he’s chosen…”