Pulp Fiction Prayer Novels & Stories

That longing refused to die even while the image of the gun stayed fresh in my mind. Questions rose without answers as I pushed through the side door into the early morning air. “How would he handle this?” “Would he go to the police?” “How did a priest have a gun? Why had he been so calm? What would become of him now?” The rain had stopped hours ago. The sky was beginning to pale. My bicycle waited against the low wall where I had left it. I gripped the handlebars and felt the questions press harder. Would they find the body soon? Would he disappear? Would the last look he gave me at the doorway be the final one?

For a few long seconds the only sounds were our harsh breathing and the faint echo of voices still praying somewhere down the hall. He stayed buried in me, forehead pressed between my shoulder blades, chest heaving. Then, still panting, he called out toward the door in that solemn priest voice, “The rite continues. Do not enter.” I smiled against the sheets, still full of him, already wanting more. .... .... Few hours later... 10PM Author's POV SOPHIA'S AND MARY'S ROOM “I can’t believe you had intercourse with a priest.” Sophia didn’t look up from her nails. She filed them with slow.... “I know… I didn’t even cum. Worst sex ever..i guess priest are slow as they say....p**n are liars.”

“Father God, please don’t send me a husband who isn’t sure what he wants. Bless me with a completely dedicated husband who will put his family first. It is a sin to engage in fornication. We won’t commit adultery since I don’t have a ring on my finger, Lord! What is the purpose of this prayer? Is she going to use God to take away my rights? I waited for her to complete her prayer before opening my eyes. I shifted my gaze to Xavier. The boy was already eating. I heard an Amen after some time. I will not say Amen to that. She made things interesting at my office today by asking me to say Amen to the prayer. Hell, that will not happen. With daggers in my eyes, I glanced at her. “How was your da

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

And I didn't ask again. Our meals arrived, and I suddenly gulped because I had a feeling that the meals he was ordering were delicious. Before we started eating, the mafia boss told me to lead the pray first, and I followed his order. “Lord, as we gather here before this table, we pause to give thanks for the bounty of the earth from which this meal came forth. Create in us a new spirit, that we may bear fruit for others, and so share our life with the world. Furthermore, thank you for your great love and blessing over our lives. Thank you, that your favor has no end, but it lasts for our entire lifetime. Forgive us for sometimes forgetting that you are intimately acquainted with all of our

Dad was not convinced by his apology, and he stationed one of his men right outside the door while he told his men to be on alert. A few minutes later, we were all seated in the church about to proceed with the wedding; there was no sight of Francesco anywhere. Dad was already worried, but I was silently praying that the monster died on his way to the church. I turned to the side, but there was no sight of any of Ricci's men. I became uneasy; that monster was up to something, but I just couldn't tell what. Dad was still standing with the priest talking when we heard the sound of a gunshot. I bent my head immediately. I turned around only to see Dad on the floor, and the lifeless body of the

I had never shot a person in my life. “Please be Okay, Don't you dare die!!, Lord please don’t let him die.”I prayed silently, the words tumbling out in my head like a frantic rosary I hadn’t touched since childhood. Let him live. Let the bullet miss anything vital. Don’t let me become what they are. My hands shook so hard the gun rattled against my palm. Forgive me. Just let us get out.

Her journey inspired them to embrace the power of prayer as a transformative tool, offering them a pathway to deepen their own spiritual connection and invite divine intervention into their lives. With Chapter Twenty-Four, Rita's tale neared its conclusion, leaving readers with a profound understanding—that prayer was not a ritualistic practice but a sacred dance of the heart, an invitation to surrender, to co-create, and to commune with the divine. It was a reminder of the infinite power that resided within and the boundless love that flowed through the act of prayer.

I chuckle and he squeeze my breast that made me moan. I lean towards him and he start eating it that made me close my eyes tight while both of my hands are on his shoulder, getting support while I thump inside out for the both of us. “Fuck!” I scream as we both came, we both look at each other in the eye and flash a smirk on our faces feeling naughty when I heard the door open and when we both look at it my eyes widen when I saw Pearl. She drooped her coffee on the floor and immediately close the door despite the mess she created and left without saying a work.

Yeah, I can afford to buy this hospital, with the money I saved when I became Xzy's PA, and if it's not enough, let's include what mom and dad will bequeath to me. I left them for a while and went to pray at this hospital (I'm sorry I don't know what to call it, hehe) I knelt down and looked at the cross where Jesus was crucified and prayed. I signed the cross, you know I'm a catholic. I cried and prayed. 'Lord, don't take Xzy to us first. I'm begging you. H-We can't p-yet if he disappears s-now. P-Please h-let him live first a-and be happy ' ***