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??

“I don't know what he'll tell you, but personally, I think that a couple of days of fervent praying and fasting should do the trick. What do you think?” “Um, I don't know. Won't he judge me if I confess to him?” Isioma smiled. “No, he won't. A true shepherd does not judge his sheep. Instead, he develops them and leads them to salvation, to greater heights. Besides, the pastor is only a vessel of God. If he judges you in his heart, what difference does it make? Do you need man's approval or God's infinite mercy?” As if by magic, Jordan's hope was suddenly restored; his spirit was automatically lifted. “Isioma, you're the best. I really needed to hear that. Thank you.”

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

And when the first grey light of morning began to press through the curtains, he still hadn't. Six hours later, I sat in the front pew as the sun broke through the clouds, watching him standing at the pulpit, his collar crisp, his voice steady as he spoke of the love of God. He didn't look at me once, but as he lifted the chalice, I saw the faint, red crescent of my fingernails still marked into the back of his hand. I smirked to myself. The Shepherd was back, but the Wolf was mine.

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.

"I told you, I have interests in Valemont. And as for my 'occupation'... let's just say I ensure that things stay in their rightful place. I’m a shepherd for those who have lost their way." "You don't look like a shepherd. You look like the wolf the shepherd was warned about." "Perhaps I'm both. Now, breathe. The Great Beast is about to take flight. Follow my lead." "Fuck, that drop—" "Focus on me, Ebu. Don't look out the port. Look at my eyes." "I can't... the pressure, it feels like the pack bond is snapping." "Nothing is snapping. I have you. Feel the weight of my hand. I am the earth, and you are grounded to me."

"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.

He was a wreck, far from the noble professor of my past life. Like a stray dog, he groveled. "Heather, we grew up together. I was wrong to fall for a lowlife and humiliate you. Please forgive me. You love me, right? If you give me money, I'll let you keep me." I scoffed at his delusion. "You've slept with countless women. Think you're clean enough for me?" He looked up and glared at me. "Heather, you're heartless. We got along so well."