Prodigal Son Book Novels & Stories

There was a slight pause before Jonah replied, "Name it." And so it began. One by one, Daniel reached out to old allies, figures from a past that he rarely spoke about but never truly left behind. These were men and women who had served alongside him, ex-Navy SEALs, elite soldiers, and others whom he had aided in one way or another throughout the years. Each conversation was brief, but the gravity of each exchange was evident.

Someone who is dedicated and truthful. I was amazed at some of the things he told. Things if it had happened to me, I would have never told a soul. All in all, he is good and cute. A Christian also. Maybe if I move with him, I will be able to draw closer to God again because I have been a prodigal son long before I even went out that night to do the dangerous things that later put me through hell.

Proverbs 12:10. I remember my father arguing briefly during the opening, but I’d fallen asleep on his lap while he and my uncle debated over a book called a Bible. I never quite understood it then, but now I see it in a different light. My uncle was my father’s voice of reason before he left Clawford. Perhaps if he’d been here, my father wouldn’t have thought to use me as a scapegoat—to secure his throne. I shake my head slowly, sighing quietly to myself, unwilling to dwell on the past any longer.

I couldn't believe I had given birth to a diligent son. He practiced hard day and night. Other babies took a long time to learn to roll, crawl, and sit. It took him only nine months to be able to walk and run. He also started learning super early. By the time he started kindergarten, he already mastered sixth-grade study. At three years old, he skipped straight to fifth grade. He was a child prodigy. When I returned home from shopping, I found a strange man in my house. This man and my son looked alike!

I heard my grandmother gasp behind us. "Father how dare you? You promised to never interfere with my work." "This is my great-grandson. You need to remember she has to have the temperament to be involved in the most powerful family. Grayson is not only a wolf, but he is an angel too. He is part God." I look between the 2 of them. There is no way I am getting in the middle of this fight. I whisper softly to Ansiel to get me the hell out of there. Ansiel pulled me out and I started to laugh hysterically.

Yang Xiao tried hard to digest the shock from earlier. He hurriedly raised his eyes and asked. Sharly nodded again. "Actually, the prophecy is vague, but I think it should be you." "Three years ago, at the moment when my brother stepped into the Half-step Martial Emperor Realm, the Pope invited the First gavel, the head of the four Legal Elders of the Divine Sect, to divine. "In the end, the Great gave us three prophecies. One of them was that His Highness the Chosen Son will have an enemy from the East."

THE PREACHER'S SON ✝ Richee Jay✍🏽✍🏽 Episode One I sat on the front row,listening to Dad preach against sin with all act of seriousness. I could feel the word 'sin' disgusted my father, and listening to his words gave me goosebumps. Being a preacher's only child came with responsibilities and expectations. I lived by dad's rules. I rarely lied, I never stole, I read my bible every single day, just as a pastor's son should. But still, I have one problem.

Loud, boisterous and over the top. When the Savage Sons partied, they partied hard. And Monster's wedding was no exception. It felt like no time had passed at all. The Sons welcomed me back with open arms, their long-lost sister. The broken girl they had rescued from The Candy House all those years ago. What they didn't seem to realise was that I wasn't that woman anymore. They had all changed and so had I. Back then, I had been a victim. I wasn’t a victim any longer. I had dedicated my life to helping women who were forced into sexual slavery.

Logan, on the other hand, was as stiff as a wood. His eyes darted from me to his son, then back to me. He wasn’t smiling. Oh God, just when I thought the whole shit was going to go smoothly, then comes another form of tension. I couldn’t tell who was more shocked, was it me? Professor Logan? or his son. “I’m Regan,” he said, finally turning to me. “Regan King," his voice was low, more like a whisper. My stomach did a little flip. His voice was smooth and sexy. And for a brief second, I almost forgot he was the son of the man who had me screaming 24 hours ago.

He screamed, "No! You can't scatter my son's ashes!" I turned to him, my voice icy. "The ocean's depth will match the weight of your sins, Peter. I want you to live every second of your life knowing this is all your fault."