The Good Shepherd Novels & Stories

Good thing, they have a responsible leader. "This is what you get for procrastinating. How many times have I told you guys to stop procrastinating?, assuming you came here yesterday when you all were supposed to, this won't have been the story. But anyways..." He trailed off and turned his face to mine. " You're a gift from the most high to replace the missing guns" he turned towards the gun man, dubem. "Carry him" Dubem started walking towards me. wait, are these people taking me away??

CHRISTOPHER SHEPHERD’S POV I’m in trouble. Or I have always been in trouble… Mom used to say I was lucky enough to get by passed by the Shepherd’s trouble gene, she would kiss the top of my head and sigh wistfully, shoulders sagging with relief. I believed her then, until I saw the brown haired, boy with wide eager eyes. Then I knew mom has always been wrong, always, I am a Shepherd through and through. I knew his name long before he came to my table, I knew his name long before he saw me. I was disgusted with myself, the resort was a chance to start over, to repent for what I had done, yet…

Her eyes shamelessly oggled the rise an fall of the prominent Adam's apple and the water and sweat trickling down the jaw rolling down the appealing throat and then down the sexy collarbone before. Anya snapped out when she realised that she'd been checking out the man blatantly and blushed looking away. "Ye..yes" she replied stuttering a bit remembering the question he asked earlier. "That's nice. Um.. I don't think we've introduced ourselves before though we've seen each other a lot before." He smirked playfully. "I'm Leon Brooks, 2nd year Law major." Leon smiled beautifully and extended his hand for a shake. Anya gasped lightly at the beautiful smile and held his hand with her own shaking

He kept Katelyn shielded, blocking her off behind Tommy and himself. “Ach,” oozed the pastor through dirt and bile, “it’s good for you. Good for all the mongrels.” He groped along. “The cattle cars await!” Facedown, he touched his Bible, feeling of its binding. “O, pray for these mongrel sinners.” The dark outlines advanced, moving farther into the light, and Richard’s heart caught in his chest. One of the figures was that of a woman, a large dog next to her—

And tonight i had given in as i missed those delicious brownies and still enjoyed well cooked food being half werewolf. ‘’You need the Creator my child. I can see the pain in your eyes, you are like an injured lost sheep wandering alone in the desert, heading in all the wrong directions. Let him be your shepherd, as he will lead you beside the quiet waters and renew your broken soul.’’ Mrs Grace then said to me in her wise old voice tone as we sat in my little dining room by the fireplace while I munched on my brownies. As she continued now reading the whole of psalm 23 to me as it seems the Psalms was her favorite book, the words she told me about being a lost sheep actually started getting

Daisy is crying as Sebastian tries to hug her, and Hailey is standing behind her. When the priest standing beside her coffin begins to speak, my attention is drawn to him "I have everything because the Lord is my shepherd. He makes me lie down in green pastures, leads me beside still waters, and renews my soul. For the sake of his name, he leads me down the right paths. Even if I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not be afraid because thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff comfort me. In the presence of my enemies, thou preparest a table for me. My cup overflows because you anoint my head with oil. Your goodness and love will surely follow me all the days of my life, an

I’m to come to him willingly and divulge it all, be punished as I deserve… “This rod and staff shall give thee comfort in their correction.” That’s the exact scripture the Father quoted after my last confession of deviancy, with James in the cell just down the hall, his screams now faded into wracking sobs, echoing in my ears... “A good shepherd will break a sheep’s legs in order to bring back to the flock one who has stubbornly wandered astray.” “Shit. Sit down before you fall over,” Carm tells me: a typically gruff and obviously uncomfortable voicing of his deep concern.

"Husssh, be quite and listen. He is not a friend of the shepherd----" "The Shepherd? How did you know?" "I said listen. He works for the Hybrid king". They remembered the Shepherd's words. 'Be careful who you talk to on the way'. They were jerked to earth when some silver arrows wheeze around them.

"Heather..." I stepped back, wary of him lunging at me. I said, "Tomorrow's research is critical for our country's latest academic advancements. Missing it would be a huge loss for her." Then I turned to Sienna, who barely concealed her resentment. "As punishment, you're to care for Gus. Do your job as a server and take him to rest." Sienna's jealousy vanished, replaced by uncontainable joy. "I'll take great care of him. Not like you, neglecting him."

"There's 30 grand here. It's part of the money from selling the old house. Keep it. Use it for daily expenses. You can spend it on food you like." She pushed it back. "No, we have retirement income. It's enough. Your dad's rehab costs a lot every month. You already have enough pressure." "Take it." I pressed it into her hand. "Christina is pregnant." She froze. Her face lit up with overwhelming joy. "R-Really?" "Really." I smiled. "Next year, you'll become a grandmother." She was so emotional she couldn't speak. Her tears kept falling. That night, Christina leaned against me and asked, "Have you really forgiven them?"