Tear Stained Prayer Book Novels & Stories

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn

The realization that her own cousins are siding with her perceived enemy intensifies her emotions. With a surge of exasperation, Alexa snatches the book away, her nails digging into the pages. Without hesitation, she begins tearing the book apart, starting from the middle and ripping it completely. The sound of the paper tearing echoes through the silence of the classroom, intensifying the emotional impact of the moment. Rose stands there, staring in disbelief at the torn remnants of her notebook. It's as if her world has shattered along with the torn pages. A single tear escapes her eyes, silently tracing its path down her cheek. Overwhelmed by the loss and the cruelty inflicted upon her, R

The drawers were a dead end. Rhychard felt around edges and behind drawers, inside each little whatnot and behind every picture. Nothing. He sat in one of the leather chairs, his back to the window, as he stared at the office. :How goes it, Warrior?: :Either Harvest Fellowship has the best custodian in the world or our good pastor is a little OCD. Nothing is out of place.: Rhychard scanned the walls, the desk, the bookshelves…the books? Rhychard stood and scanned the books on the shelf. They were alphabetized within subjects. Prayer. Commentaries. Biographies. Between a Biblical concordance and a topical Bible was a large hardbound book on American Baseball. "Now, you're out of place, aren't

“You, my friend, are wise beyond your advanced years.” He inclines his head at me. “Thank you, Princess. High praise indeed.” When we finish, I go to my room and shower, bypassing breakfast with Ailduin, Anastasia and Buppig. While my stomach is grumbling with hunger, I ignore it and head straight to the library, getting the Book of Prophecies off the shelf and sitting at a table to begin reading. When I sit, I run my hand over the book cover. The top left quarter of it is no longer glowing brightly. It’s gone from a shiny gold color to that of iron, making it stand out on the cover.

It was a bridge between his past and our present. In the center of the room stood the crib. It was mahogany, dark and rich, polished to a mirror shine. It looked sturdy enough to survive an earthquake. And above it... Above the crib hung a mobile. But not plastic animals. It was made of delicate glass stars and... pages. I walked closer. The "stars" were folded from paper. "Are those..." I reached out to touch one. "Alex, are these book pages?" "First editions," he murmured, standing behind me. "Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. The Great Gatsby."

Under the orange peels. Page forty-one had been torn out at the spine. Clean. The way a man tears a page when he wants to keep it. The page was not in the trash. The page was somewhere else. I sat down on the kitchen floor with the book in my lap, my back against the cabinet, and my knees up. I cried for ninety seconds. For Daddy. For the girl at twelve. For the man down the hall who had figured out I had one sentence in this world worth holding, and reached in and took it.

The public library printer hummed, spitting out the first page while the progress bar crawled across the monitor. My fingers hovered over the keyboard to guard the downloaded P*F. The original, the heavy parchment with the actual embossed seal, was still safe, hidden in the locked drawer at home. These were just reprints. Replacements for the ones he had torn up last year. I just wanted to see my name on a paper again, to prove to myself that I still existed outside of this apartment.

Her gaze shifted then, drawn to the rustling in his other hand—a bloodstained note, crumpled but still clutched tight. With shaky hands, Miracle unfolded the letter, her heart breaking more with every word she read in her mind: 'Though I know that reading this will tear your heart apart, it's okay, my children. Trust me when I say that no one is to be blamed. Trust me when I say that I do not seek revenge but wish for this world to be saved. Hatred kills, but kindness has the power to heal countless souls. As you stand to protect this world, never forget who you are. Let your hearts remain full of love and compassion, for it is through these that you will find strength and peace...'

Opening it, I felt the butterflies increase at what I saw and my eyes quickly moved to his in question of how this could be. And the tears accumulated at the sight of Tim's name splayed across the intricately designed black and grey book cover with the simple title Tim's Collection of Poems staring back at me. My hands moved across it yearning to grasp this reality in front of me and once I opened the book I couldn't stop the smile seeing the simple dedication to his life. "I came across it in your apartment. And the intention had been only to read it but, T," he paused and when I glanced at him, he had tears in his own eyes," I couldn't allow the world to go on without his words."

The pages were all crinkled and some had a tear on them since the book is old and the paper is fragile. Alesteria handled the book with care because she just borrowed it and even though she was careful with it, her brothers destroyed it in the end. 'That book is considered as one of the national treasures of the empire and now it is ruined…' In other words, she is beyond upset with them. "Aw hwate bwothews." (I hate brothers.) Alesteria muttered that under her breath and even though there is a literal tornado in the room, both Aimilios and Aldrich suddenly gained super hearing; both ceased their fight as they froze on their spot.