Stories About Love Of God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

said Sullivan, her eyes barely averted from her friend. "Oh really?" said Del Costa and continued with her food, wasteful to focus on her words, she proceeded to shut her ears from hearing the phrases of her neighbor. "And I know that this seems unpleasant in your ears because of how offensive or boring it may sound, but actually, God loves all of us even in our filthiness," a passionate smile beams on her edges as she glances at the two-person before her, her heart cries out for compassion and the desire to share the knowledge she has and the love she felt toward her God pushes her to win more souls back into His feet.

Marco was already dressed, looking surprisingly calm for a man who ran half the city’s underground. “Ready?” he asked as I stepped into the living room. “Yeah,” I said. “I think I need this.” The drive to the church was quiet, but peaceful. We sat together in the third row, side by side as the pastor spoke. His sermon was about grace and forgiveness, about how no matter how dark a heart becomes, there’s always a chance for light to find it. “Jesus is Lord,” the pastor said, his voice strong. “And He is coming soon.”

Outside my room, Reynold continued his frustrated ranting. He demanded, "Why? After all these years together, why does she want a divorce? Didn't she love me more than anything? How could this—" Brian cut him off with brutal honesty. "Have you forgotten? She just lost her child. And whose fault was that? "It was you, Reynold! You killed five of her children. Was that not enough? And let's not forget your mess with Monica. Be honest—who could tolerate that?" Reynold fell silent instantly, sliding down the wall until he sat helplessly on the floor. Brian crouched beside him and patted his shoulder.

“Family forever.” Shivaay pressed a soft kiss to her hair. “And beyond.” The shutter clicked, capturing not just a moment — but a legacy of love reborn. --- Because in the end, it wasn’t fate that saved them. It was faith. And two hearts that refused to stop loving — even when the world gave them every reason to. ❤️ --- 💌 Author’s Note: This story began with pain but ends with peace. Annika and Shivaay taught us that love isn’t about perfection — it’s about persistence, forgiveness, and the courage to choose each other again and again.

I asked, challenging him. He chuckled. "What else could a woman want above money?" "Love," I retorted. "Love?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You believe in that?" "Yes," I said confidently. "God is love, and I’m in His image, so I want love. I want to marry a man that I love." "Then love me," he said intensely. "Let me be your god." I looked at him, shocked. "Maybe, in time, we might get to that," I said, treading carefully. "But thanks for your offer. My God is sufficient for me."

"Didn't you realize how great our Lord is?" Kumunot ang noo niya sa naging sagot ko, senyales na nagtataka siya. "Can't you see how He still provides for people who have gone astray by their wrong love?" Maiging pinag-isipan ni Grace ang sinabi ko. "Does that mean that if Nay Matti is in love with someone else now, your love fails?" I slowly shake my head. "Our relationship failed but our love leads us to God's best plan. And I told you, God's love never fails."

He kept his hands deep in his pockets and began jingling his keys in the right one. "Why do you believe in HIM?" he asked. "Because HE believes in me." Her response sounded too cocky that he scoffed. "Yeah, right." "A few days ago, my mom explained God to me like this," — she ignored his remark — "She said, ‘the world refuses to believe there's a God, but they believe in love. And love is an emotion we can't see, touch, but only feel. If we can believe so much in love, why not in God?" She checked his face to see if he was listening, then stopped walking.

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed