Tear Stained Prayer Book Novelas e Histórias

Cruz has refused to take out her thing or even touch anything in the room. I miss her. I laid down on her bed that was covered with a purple duvet inhaling her scent. Everything screamed Talia. As I laid down I caught a glimpse of a black dairy peeking out of her bedside drawer. I pulled it out, it was Talia's sacred book which she never let anyone to read. I let out an evil grin before flipping it open.

A pawn with a notebook is in the wall. "What’s that?" Damien asks. I move so he could see… “Them again?” Damien asks between clenched teeth. I nod. Missy takes the notebook and opens it. “Well mother fucker… This isn’t good…” she says. "What? What did you find?" Damien asks picking up the pawn… "This stupid mother fucker wrote down the addresses of every house his cleaned, the names of people his killed a picture of Damien in here too..." she says angrily. My eyes widen. “What?” I move closer to see. The grey mask Damien wore when he was around eighteen.

" Pastor Gabriel and Brooklyn knelt at the altar, then they started praying, asking the Lord to teach Brooklyn how to forgive and to be healed completely. After the prayer, Brooklyn took a deep breath, the tension in her shoulders finally giving way as she wiped the tears from her face. She looked at Pastor Gabriel and whispered, “Thank you, Pastor Gabriel, for a powerful prayer. I will forgive him not because he deserves it, but because I refuse to let his lies define who I am anymore. I will also let go of the anger, even though I still have to fight for my freedom.” Pastor Gabriel smiled and said, “May the good Lord bless you, my child. May He give you strength to face every storm in your

“Not directly. But pieces. Fragments. Truths carved into stone before anyone dared speak them aloud.” “Will you come with me?” Astra hesitated, then shook her head. “I was never meant to go beyond the gate. That’s your path now.” Seraphina exhaled, stepped forward, and placed her marked hand against the lock. It clicked open. The chains slithered down. Inside, the chapel was dust and ruin—but at the center of the room was a pedestal. Upon it: a book. Bound in midnight leather, etched with gold. The title shimmered into view as she approached.

"You mean what we've done, because you're not blaming this on me too, are you?" "This isn't a joke, Iris." Her eyes flashed with frustration, "That book was bound in sacred rites, every single scroll we preserve at the library because they're meant to last through generations. If it tore, it's because you forced it out of my hands instead of just giving it to me like you were supposed to!"

"Someone found this before the ceremony. Or right after." “I don’t mean to make you angry but I heard you say that someone else knows about this. How are you so sure about that?” “Can’t you see that the book has been torn and it was even torn within the last forty eight hours or less. I wonder who’s so powerful that he tore this with a spell, who are the people you know that can perform spells amongst your peers?” He asked as he adjusted his eye.

I said. He slowly pulled the book towards him. Opened the first page. The sound of the paper was like a sigh from the earth. He stared at his grandfathers signature the ink still strong. A single tear fell from his eye tracing a path through the dust on his cheek before disappearing into his beard. He did not wipe it away he let it fall onto the page a start for an era.

I ask. Nothing. My throat tightens as my nostrils tingle. I sniffle softly, trying to hold back the tears that I knew would escape me someday. I trace my hand back up along the bed and rest in under the pillow his head rest upon. My hand hits something hard. It felt like a corner. I lift my body up, resting on my elbow. I wrap my fingers around it and pull it out. It's a black book. It's his poetry book. He retrieved it. I splutter and let out a whimper. I press the book hard into my chest, I wanted it to be absorbed into me. My tears rolled and crept down my face and landed between the pages beneath and on my chest.

I felt like he had given up on me and I felt my body getting dizzy and almost fell but felt arms rise around me looking around I saw Laura, Sophia, Caroline, Clara, and even Margo begin dragging me behind the flower screen. “Quickly, we need to heal her hand as if she is losing too much blood before she turns or it could be too much for her!” Laura exclaimed and I felt myself lay back on the stage helpless to anything else as I felt my temperature rise and my wolf blinding me with the color of red. I could still hear the commotion that the High Priestess was making as if it was in the distance or a television on in another room. “All of you leave, you are not welcome here.” She screamed at t

Father Jude said, walking to the counter to get a small dry leave that looked wet but dry. He walked back to them and sat down on the stool. He used the leaf to drag across the long sword. "See?" He pointed to the part he had cleaned to see something powder on the book. "It's fading, look Melinda. it's fading." Beatrice yelled for her sister to nod as she stood up and walked to the shelve. She picked up an incense. "Can I have this Father Jude?" "If it isn't harmful to you, then yes." Father Jude said to have her nod as she put it into her small purse.