Sunday Without A God Novels & Stories

“Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking? A man like you, not very religious to say?” “Just because I don’t go to church on Sundays doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God. Sometimes our faith is tested in the most unusual ways.” Doris refused to believe those words were coming from her partner. “So you really think we have Jesus back on earth, even if it’s on the whim of a scientist?”

The day was not only a time for worship but also an opportunity for self-reflection and growth. Even as the sun began its descent, and the day gradually transformed into evening, the essence of Sunday remained etched within the pack members' hearts. Their dedication to their faith and the values it encompassed continued to guide their actions throughout the week, weaving a tapestry of righteousness and compassion within Alpha Xavier's pack. In the quiet moments that followed the Sunday service, the pack members found solace in self-reflection and introspection. They sought to apply the lessons learned within the sanctuary to their daily lives, striving for personal growth and spiritual devel

he continued and leaned towards the table " I'm here to put an end to your sorry existence, the people you've murdered, lives that you have destroyed, " sunday said in a low tone, almost a whisper, but made sure Fasting heard every single word, and immediately Fasting's men heard what he said, they tried to react, but Fasting stopped them "You're going to pay for all of that... Sunday said and leaned back into his seat, " time to pay the Piper " . As soon as Sunday finished speaking, there was a dead silence, Susan and Reuben both looked at each other and then back at Fasting and his men, Sunday had said everything, the entire plan was ruined, and now, so was the chances of them walking out

"God what should I do?" ***

~Fallon~ Sunday mornings used to be slow, sacred things. Quiet coffee. No makeup. Sunlight in slanted lines on the floor. They were mine—until Reid. Then they were ours. And then, after everything fell apart, they became hollow again. But this one felt like something else entirely. Not sacred. Not hollow. Just fragile.

Despite the buzz that Hadley created, our family was not affected. We live as if nothing happens. Ulie and I decided to just ignore all Hadley’s antics. As long as we know what the truth is, we don’t need to be affected by her. If we reacted to her schemes, then she will just continue to push it. Hadley should realize that she has a zero chance to win Ulie. Today is Saturday, one of our favorite days of the week. But Sunday is our most favorite day of the week because aside from our family bonding, it is also a day to worship God. We have so many things to thank God for.

Her gaze swept across the documents piling up on Amelia’s desk. “After the summit that day, Christopher seemed to have vanished from the face of earth. Did he not come looking for you?” Amelia took a sip of the iced coffee, the cold liquid sliding down her throat and masking that strange feeling in the depths of her heart. She nodded. “He never contacted me and never appeared before me after that.” Winona sat down in the chair opposite her and looked at her calm side profile. She couldn’t help but ask, “What about Evelyn? Did she not ask about her father?”

The expression that had no name but that Elijah was content to sit across from without requiring it to be named. "Yes," Alexander said. "They do." --- The morning moved slowly, the way Sunday mornings moved when there was nowhere to be and nothing that needed to be accomplished. They sat at the island and drank coffee and talked about things that didn't matter in the way that talking about things that didn't matter was sometimes the most important kind of talking.

Their souls seemed to transcend every barrier, reaching the she-wolf they She smiled faintly at them. This was something they would never possess. They held absolute power in their hands and lived in the lap of luxury, yet they could never again touch that warmth they once knew. Remorse would haunt them for the rest of their lives, plunging them into daily cycles of agony and relentless torment. They would never find happiness again. They had lost their love. They had lost Serena. For all the days of their lives, they would never again know a single moment of joy.

Sunday is the sole day I sleep without any break, but now I have to lose that facility too. I have really done some bad deed in my past-life...