Spiritual Fiction Book Novels & Stories

I stopped him. “No, don't go. If you need a place to cry, this is as perfect a place as any. I know from experience.” “You cry?” he asked with a slight smile. “Yes. I'm a writer. I have an expansive array of emotions.” “Yes, I've experienced some of them,” he joked. I laughed with him for the first time ever. I invited him to share my sangria and to tell me about his tears. He bore his soul for hours and for hours, I listened. We cried and laughed together. There was way more to him than he ever let on and I was wrong to judge him. That was the last thing I remembered before falling asleep with him sobbing in my lap.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045

But now, as it sat there, I knew. Finding that dusty book on the back of the highest shelf in the sprawling library had been no accident; it had found me. And Selena wanted me to finish the ritual. She wanted me to… bind a spirit to my unborn baby. Her spirit? Frowning, I threw the covers off of myself and swung my legs over the side of the bed, standing. I slowly walked over to the book, which was illuminated by the warm golden light of the rising sun peeking in through the curtains. I swallowed and reached out, running my fingers along the soft leather.

It is really breaking my heart to announce that the story is officially over. Please do share your valuable opinions about my story in the comment section and also share your reviews regarding the same. If you are looking for a funny story with a supernatural twist then you must read, ‘Vein on Ice, Hearts on Fire’. It is my personal favorite book and author is also really polite and if you are more into mental health kind of stuff then go for, ‘Crush at First Sight’ Please shower your love for that stories too!! I will soon come up with a new story and I have already given the spoiler that it is about werewolf. Please show your valuable support and love!!

Alexander taps me on my shoulder before he told me that he will sleep early for tomorrow's schedule. " Maybe I will read a little passage on the Bible first that my daughter Eloisa gave me yesterday," I told him. " Just take a rest after, okay." He said. Gifford was sitting on his bed while listening to their conversation. He was kinda pissed to think that Paul will read a Bible first before going to sleep. "Why many old men love sleeping late?", he uttered with his crumpled face. *** After five hours Gifford POV

Dropping a book from the shelves in another book, in a different world, but intertwine destiny, as the heroine and another shard soul of ‘hers’ took that defining sound of her every step and whispers. “DEATH REINCARNATE.” Misha’s voice echoes, as she took the book that had fallen from its shelves and into that dimly lit corner of the city’s grand library. With her puzzled mind, yet it wasn’t showed upon herself. She is ringing with thoughts and questions as to why a certain book in that particular genre is put into the section of religious one and the bible? Just how uncanny might a coincidence such as this occur? “Uncanny.”

Sorry, I can’t make it so forgive me I will make amend the following day. It is good that as a young chanter you have realized that the astral world can make anything come to your aid if you are desperately in need. I am aware now my Lord I am really grateful. I released one of my hands and picked the two chanting books. Suddenly the book four appeared in my spiritual eye. The following words appeared in my spiritual field Do you want to upgrade your internal energy levels, yes my Lord I am ready. I responded cautiously.

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. Any illegal reproduction of this content in any form will result in immediate action against the person concerned.

Aesthelia wonders why it went wrong; did the book have the wrong title? "It is not," the spirit answered, and he added, "You've read the right book." Aesthelia was so confused at this point, that's why she let herself fall into darkness and the last thing she heard is the spirit saying, "I am your wolf"