Tear Stained Prayer Book Novels & Stories

said Sophia as she attacked Scarlett again, but Scarlett kicked her and she backed away. “How did you end up in this situation, Sophia? I can’t even hurt you even if I know all your sins because I believe you can never do that, but every time I think about Ken’s suffering, I can’t help but be mad at you.” Scarlett burst into tears because she couldn’t take it any longer. Sophia came to a halt, and her tears began to fall. “You can still change, Sophia, just for your daughter; I can’t say I can forgive you for all your sins, but I believe you can change,” said Scarlett as she approached the door to open it, but Sophia pulled her back.

"Take a look." The book was covered in heavy, embossed leather and in the center, in script, was the letter K. What the hell was this? A scrapbook? What kind of scrapbook could Dusty have been keeping? He continued eating in silence, preparing himself for whatever he was going to see, while Marliss and Lou gave him what he called the deadeye stare. Finally, he pushed his plate away, wiped his mouth, and opened the book.

“It started to bleed again and I got worried, I didn’t speak with Aiden he would still be asleep but I will tell him in the morning I promise” I frowned at him then looked back to Kiara, “So what’s the diagnosis doc?” I let a small chuckle escape my lips before snapping them shut again. She had a look of concern across her face. “Ok, what’s wrong?” “I think they put in stiches of some sort when you were in hospital previously, but it appears as though you have torn them open again somehow. We will need to take you back down to our hospital and redo it. That is not something you want me to do without some sort of atheistic”

He snatched the book from my hand and swiftly stood up. "This is my book! What have you done to it?" He desperately tried to gather the scattered pages from the floor, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't restore it to its original form. I could see the desperation etched on his face, and I recoiled as his glare intensified. "That's the last edition of Nikolai Medtner's 'Art of Music' from 1951. There are no more reprints available anywhere in the world! And you've torn it to pieces!"

“All you gotta do is pick up a book from the return cart by the chapel door. It’s a donation. Look for “The Fault in Our Stars.” He blinked. “The one with the crying teenagers?” “Yeah, that one.” He eyed me. “There better not be a weapon inside it.” I grinned. “Of course not. Just feelings and sodium.” ***** An hour later: Quincy returns to the cell holding the book like it’s been dipped in acid. He drops it on my bed. “There. You and your teen angst.” “Much appreciated,” I say sweetly, peeling back the cover and revealing my treasures tucked into a carved-out hole in the pages.

“Are you going to punish me? Tell the Mother Superior? Or…” “No one else is involved,” he cut in quietly. “This stays between us and God. But penance is still required, Ciara. Real penance. Not just words in a booth.” He pointed at the open book on the table. The pages were handwritten in neat, careful script. The title at the top of the visible page read *Repentance for the Sin of Lust*. “Kneel,” he ordered. My knees folded before my brain even caught up. The stone floor was cold through my thin dress. I knelt right in front of the table, the book inches from my face. The candle flames flickered across the words.

Reiya: Turn to the last few pages of that book and you will notice something. I opened the book and started surfing the last few pages of the book and to my surprise there really was something in the book. A page torn in half and in the half that was still attached to the book were three letters that ended at the torn part and seem to have no connection to everything that I have learned up to date. Those letters were ''NEA-''

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

I groaned; I wish Pru had been with me so she could figure it out. I slipped my hand into my back pocket and grabbed my phone. I snapped a couple of pictures of some of the pages to show Pru in hopes she could figure some of them out. I flipped through and found a page that had been torn halfway out of the book. I snapped a picture before closing the book and pushing it back on the shelf.

After flailing his arms around for a set period of time, the priest pointed to his sleeves while expressing his disapproval. "This piece was my favourite robe, but I can't find another use for this one as it has been stained. No amount of washing can remove the bloodstain. I'm going to have to toss it away." He opened the letter, but he was unable to maintain his composure after reading the contents of the letter.