Prayer From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

" Por favor, Señor, ¡ven a liberarme! ¡Ven pronto, Señor, en mi auxilio! Tú eres mi socorro y mi libertador; ¡no te tardes, Dios mío! " I don't even notice the tears spilling down my cheeks as I recite the prayer my mother used in the direst of circumstances. Ryan has stopped screaming now and is panting heavily, gasping for breath. I launch into the prayer again, hardly noticing that Ryan's arms aren't straining against my grip anymore as the tears blur my vision. "Ana?" Ryan's voice is more ragged than usual, but the sound of my name on his lips is the best sound I've ever heard.

He placed his palms flat on the smooth, cool wood of the tabula and with a high, nasal voice intoned: "Aperi, Domine, os meum ad benedicendum nomen sanctum tuum." The monks prayed and chanted in their two ranks, calling and responding, their voices melding and sonorously filling the Sanctuary. How many thousands of times had Josephus given voice to these prayers? Yet today he felt a particular need to call out to Christ for his mercy and forgiveness, and tears formed when he called out the last line of Psalmus 148.

My hands shook. I slid down the wall, sitting on the cold floor, pressing my forehead against the doorframe. Breathe, Lyara. Just breathe. I didn’t pray often. But right then, with my hands clenched and my forehead bleeding, I prayed. Hard. Silently. Begging for a sound. Any sound. Please.

It is like a puzzle, and that amazes him to death! "Arghhhh!!!!!!" He shouted like crazy. His mind was screwed as he can no longer pray anymore but to him it is possible. So he made a short pray and closes his eyes. "Oh my God! Please save me. I accept the fact I am not handsome and shameless but please." *begging

My heart rate began to slow down as the nightmare slowly faded, shrinking back into my subconscious, but lurking, ready to strike again. "Father I commit that dream into your hands," I began to pray, "Your word said darkness and light have nothing in common. I set myself free from every attack of the evil one…" In about twenty minutes I broke every chain that linked me with Philomena, sent Holy Ghost fire to her coven and covered myself with the blood of Jesus. "In the name of Jesus" I concluded the prayer and a familiar voice rang. "Amen!" I thought it was in my head, so I ignored it and went on to recite "Our Lord's Prayer". Done, I turned over to continue my sleep when the voice returned

“Louder. Let God hear how you sin while your priest touches this needy little cunt for the first time.” Uhmm,I moaned softly, pressing my forehead against the wooden screen. “Now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” His finger circled my clit with perfect, torturous pressure while another teased my entrance. “Again. Full prayer. And confess what you thought about today while I finger you.” As I started the prayer once more, he pushed one thick finger slowly inside me. I was so wet it slid in easily, stretching my virgin walls. A second finger joined, filling me, curling against a spot that made sparks explode behind my eyes.

he muttered, starting to thrust slow, the water muffling the sounds. "This pussy is the devil's work." The congregation prayed on, their eyes closed with their voices rising in unison. He pounded harder, his cock slamming in and out, the water rippling around us. "Our Father who art in heaven," he started praying loud for the crowd, but low to me he added, "hallowed be thy name, as I fuck this sinful cunt in your house." I gasped, my hands gripping the baptistry edge, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

"Pray the Lord's Prayer while I open your virgin asshole." With a long, pained moan, Clara began to pray, her voice faltering with each syllable as he forced his way in. "Our Father… who art in heaven… hallowed be thy name…" Inch by inch, his thick cock invaded her tight anus. The burning sensation was excruciating. The pleasure was even worse. Clara cried, drooled, prayed, and arched her back all at once, her body completely unyielding. "Thy kingdom come… thy will be done… on earth as it is in heaven…"

I asked, sighing. “Do what the Holy Spirt has told you.” “Pas Migz, though we are still at the mercy of strongholds but this won’t authorize us to do sinning all the time because God is just and right. It is my prayer, Pas, to seek God in the midst of your personal struggles.” “I will, Pas Paul. Thank you,” Then, he bid goodbye on the phone. My chest went up and down as I breathed out the heaviness I felt in the inside. Then, Eliana’s face appeared. Forgive me, Lord, I muttered.

It has no destination. "Are you okay, Mr. Hearst?" Zerus preferred to go for the small pot and spoon the rice rather than respond to that inquiry. "Let us pray before we eat, Mr. Hearst." He frowned at the nun before hearing the word prayer, as he was not used to hearing such a term. "Why?" Manong Ben laughed at his inquiry, and when the woman only smiled at him, he averted his attention. "Because we must know how to thank God for everything, big or small."