Reading From The Holy Bible Novels & Stories

"I want to communicate with the spirit that troubles you soul so much. I want to see if I can convince the entity that burdens you to leave you alone. Set you free for good. But in order for me to do that, in order for me to help you and free you from the spirit, you must place your legs far apart as I have instructed. It is a sin to dishonour God by opening your legs in his midst. It is a great insult the Most High cannot ignore. Will you be able to hearken unto my voice and obey the word of God?" "Very well pastor," I had said. "You have to do what is right in the eyes of God. You have to make sure I follow instructions so I won't fall in a dark tunnel that i would be unable to escape from

I wish he would stop because God didn't give me enough strength of will to resist a chocolate bar let alone a man like him. "How about we start reading?" I say so that the attention turns to someting, anything else. "Sebastian, why dont you pick up where we last stoped." We were reading Ozma of Oz. He picked up the book, flipping to the page we had last left off as Grace sits besides him and Christain sits on the chair next to me, giving me just a bit of space as I ran my fingures over the Brail...

Rhode let's out a small sigh accompanied by a smile and sits down on the floor of the bathroom, his back against the tub. "What are we reading?" He asks once he gets settled into his spot and unlocks my e-reader. I lean over slightly and place a small kiss on his cheek. "Pride and Prejudice, from the beginning please kind sir" I request with a small grin. He smiles to himself and scrolls down the titles before clicking on one and clearing his throat.

“Fascinated by religious texts, my dear?” Lyda closed the book, and Adea could see the design of the cover, which boasted an intricate cross shape just above the words, Holy Bible. She did know what kind of book it was, but she was alarmed nonetheless by the woman’s mention of religious texts. Adea had a bad feeling in her gut that Lyda was trying to pursue her obsession further. “What is this book?” Lyda asked. The elderly woman stared at it in silence for a moment as if trying to find the right words to describe it. “Well, I would say it’s a collective of religious and allegorical texts recounting the long history of Outside culture and the deities they worshiped.”

"This is my father's copy of the bible. It's a book that needs to be touched, but after today if you never want to see another, I'll make sure there are none in our home." Her fingers gently ran across the leather in reverence. She thought of the many times Carolynn sat outside the bars and read from the book of God. Most of her words held anger but Emily never wanted the words to end. When her mother spoke, Emily was not alone. She gazed up with longing. "Please, I want the book. One day I will understand."

He gently opened the heavily embossed cover and set aside a bookmark. He read from the fifteenth chapter of Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians. And the last verse he spoke without

"Can I see it?" "Oh, I'm afraid not," He said forbiddingly. "You need to be a priest to read it. But I can read some of it to you that I think might help with your problem." "Thank you Father, that's so kind!" She bobbed in excitement, bouncing her generous chest. "I always follow the Bible's advice." "Okay, let's see now," He flicked through to a random page, tilting the book so she couldn't see it. "Here we go. The Book of, uh, Fellatius."

"Look at me, Shyne." "Isaiah 41:10 Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." I read the verse aloud as my heartbeat was beating faster than I thought was possible. I felt an awful urge to throw up my dinner, and the dark presence didn't help me to calm down. However, as I repeated the bible verse three more times, the voice stopped. I was able to release a deep sigh as my body began to relax.

Black paused, then, evidently rather confused by the question, he inquired, “…which one?” “The God!” Noah solemnly emphasized. “…but which one?” impatience bled into Black’s tone. “The One and Only Holy Father!” Noah suppressed an eye-roll. Black fell silent for a long, long moment. Finally, Noah heard a third voice explain in a hushed whisper, “It’s the one that got written into the Holy Scripture later on!” A very collective and synchronized “Oooooh!” could be heard, followed by the mixed exclamations of: “Oh, yeah, I remember now.”

SO WE FIX OUR EYES NOT ON WHAT IS SEEN, BUT ON WHAT IS UNSEEN, SINCE WHAT IS SEEN IS TEMPORARY, BUT WHAT IS UNSEEN IS ETERNAL 2 CORINTHIANS 4:16-18 We rent a swimming pool from one of the hotels in Vineyard. We drive to the hotel in Harper’s car, Father Frank sits at the front while I sit with Haley and Rose at the back seat. We arrive at the hotel and everyone except me gets out of the car—I was told to stay inside till they are done with the preparations. Haley wheels Father Frank to the pool and he gives her a small bottle filled with Holy Water He brings forth his hands and bless the water before Haley pour the Holy Water into the pool. When everything is set, Rose leads me out of the c