Preacher Synonym Novels & Stories

Even my stepmother, the woman who raised me for nine years is nowhere to be found. “Happy now?” My voice breaks. His eyes zero in on me. He hands his gun to someone. Then he takes a step forward. I flinch. “What are you doing?” “Come on. I don’t bite.” “But you kill, steal, and destroy!” I yell. He stops. “Now, little preacher. Don’t you read your Bible correctly? That will be the devil, right?” “You are just like him!” “Hmm…” His smile returns. “I see your father told you all about me.”

The newcomer shook his head topped with bleach blonde hair, “No, Preacher. The boys are still working on it.” “Are you all fucking insane?” The Preacher thundered, his scarred face ugly, “How long will it take you to get a fucking address, you fucking dead brains.” The newcomer gritted his teeth but remain silent. Suddenly the door opened and another man strolled in, a smirk on his face as he flipped his dark hair, “Preacher, what did this motherfucker do again?” The Preacher scowled, “The fucking numbskull still hasn’t gotten the address, fucking twat.” He spat.

I demanded, staring him in the eyes. His mouth formed a silent ‘o’ and he must have realised his errors because he said, “My bad, was just trying to have a conversation.” I couldn’t believe he wasn’t seeing his errors and instead of battling words with this man, “The preacher is preaching, you know, right?” After I said that, he stopped talking, maybe finally getting my message and we listen to the preacher in peace. After the church service ended, I walked out of the church, trying to go back home to relax and do the rest project I had before Monday.

“Let me be your fucktoy today. Let me worship this dick like the depraved sinner I am.” “Are you sure this is right?” I questioned him though my cock had awoken just waiting to be tended to. He looked away with a smile. “I've lived for my family for years. Depriving my body of what it truly craves. Is that right? Well…… ... .I want to make it right with my cock. Preacher or not.” The power rush hit me like a drug. This respected preacher — this married man with children — was on his knees begging for my cock.

“Like I said, you know little of everything. This world is a nest for mystery. No matter how you look at it, no matter how you dress it with your so-called advancement, you’ll bring along with you a newly developed supernatural being. You’re not the only one advancing.” Migi tried to open his lips, but thoughts got lost in his tongue. He wanted so much to digest whatever he was blubbering, but they just seem to stay afloat in his consciousness. He couldn’t even hope to grapple one of them. He’d been brought out of reverie when the man’s echoing voice sang in his ears. It brought a different wave of rhythm, more sinister but, at the same time, soothing to the heart. “See you again, Migi. For

He was about to speak, but I cut him off before he can even open his mouth. “People! Are you really believing every word he says? Money can’t buy you a good spot in heaven! A good deed does! He’s clearly using your faith for his own wealth! God doesn’t want you to spend your money like that! If you really want a place in heaven, then spend it on something that will help you and your neighbor!” The preacher looked irritated and was glaring daggers at me. People around me started going after the preacher, then praising me. And they lived happily ever after.

“Preacher, you want to do the honors?” “You know it,” the man with the giant crucifix tattooed on his shaved head growled. Wolf knew that Preacher Hughes was the new Hellions VP, and he also knew that the man had a ridiculously annoying habit of quoting scripture to someone just before utterly fucking them up. He was a religious zealot, and Wolf thought that he was totally unstable, even considering that he existed in the MC world, where lunatics often ran the asylum. “Spread ‘em, Connor.” Wolf obliged silently, still locked in a stare-off with Viper. Preacher patted him down roughly, then looked over at his President.

I felt very naked. Not actually for the fact that I had felt like a hypocrite while saying the homily, but because Collins was there, listening to me preach what I never practiced. But all the same, I couldn't help it. Just because I was involved in perpetual sin didn't mean that I shouldn't condemn it, it didn't mean that I should come up to the congregation and tell them that having premarital sex was good, that a priest fucking an altar boy was good. No, it never meant any of that, but I still felt naked because I knew that I would probably be sounding so stupid to Collins. Hearing me preach those words after hearing me moan in sexual pleasure multiple times would definitely be something

Reed chittered, his voice loud enough for us to hear. "What did he say?" Caleb asked. He said, "You are ranting too much, and you should go straight to your point." I explained, and he smiled softly. "Those men that attack us," he began, and I knew he was referring to the shadow black men. "They worked for a man named Preacher, and he was from Gaea." "Preacher or priest?" I asked to be sure.

she said smiling like someone who just won a race. The preacher spoke of destiny—not as a distant dream, but as a present calling. He spoke of fire, of awakening, of moments when God steps into a man’s life and rearranges him from the inside out. He spoke of encounters that feel heavier than emotion, deeper than romance, stronger than fear.