Novel & Cerita The Holy Innocents Book

Shivers ran down her spine. Her body shivered. Cold washed off her. Her knees weakened. “ Why? Why?” She snapped her head to Caleb. “ Why? Why would you lie about something like this, I never did anything wrong to you!” She shouted bitterly, anger blazing through her eyes. Caleb turned away, fist clenching hard against his thighs as his eyes flicked to the prince and Maribel. “ Tell them the truth! Tell them I'm innocent!” “ Shut up!” The prince’s voice thundered. “ I think I've given you enough grace, but you're just a disgusting maggot who's not ready to admit to her sins. Here's my sentence…”

'' the king almost scoffed at the priests, he concluded that -at least- not all of them were involved, if the decision was consensually made by the holy council, then Sara would have been killed right away and the whole accident would be blamed on the pitiful excuse of a human named Patrick, but instead, she was moved back to her room and he was informed. ''Your Majesty please listen to us, That book...'' ''What about the damn book?'' ''It is not a book, It is a demonic tool, it is called a demonic gate, since the time they were defeated and cursed, the demons had left their eyes and ears in our world, to spy on us until the time of their return, this book is none other then one of those ey

"How I envy you." "Why?" Holly asked, noting that what she had assumed was a Bible was anything but. In fact, as she paged through it, she realised it was a handbook belonging to The Corporation. What 'The Corporation' was was a mystery to her. But even more baffling was why the book was in Latin. "You are still so young and can afford to be impulsive," Rowena replied, taking the book from her. "Impulsive?" Holly frowned, irritated at the subtle jibe.

Murmurs spread around the room so Annie waited until they went quiet while she organised her thoughts. “Well, a few months ago an American author wrote a novel,” she started, holding up her copy of the Da Vinci Code, “It’s about a Professor who follows a series of clues to find the location of the Holy Grail, which in human mythology is usually depicted as a vessel or a cup of some kind, the cup that Christ drank from at the last supper. Except in this novel, the author puts forward a strong argument that the vessel is actually a person, a woman, and this woman was married to and carried the child of their Christ, Jesus, who up until this point, as far as modern humans were led to believe, w

When hiding inside, it enabled him to see and hear the situation outside without getting affected in the slightest. Presently, that old man’s voice entered Alex’s ears again. “Nolan Rockefeller, don’t do things the hard way. Your son was found not long ago. Do you really want to give up on him? My ancestor said he’ll let go of your son as long as you hand over the complete Holy Book. Moreover, the Fourcades will never target the Rockefellers again.” Alex’s heart skipped a beat. ‘They’re actually after… the Holy Book?’ Alex remembered that thing well enough.

She changed into a simple dress. After hearing what her brother and his wife told her about this marriage, no girl is ready for this. She is innocent and pure for those harsh words. But I know there's the more she hesitates to talk about this. I hope one day she trusts me and tells me everything. Then I will show them my real devil version uncut, uncensored, raw and dangerous. Author's pov

They were no longer Gods after all. “That woman... Cecilia, had gone from this world now. But there are still two more dangerous people for your family existing here,” Anatoli said. The three of them saw the book’s title burned in the fire. [The Crown’s Diamond] “That’s fine, though,” Orcenal said. “It’s not like I can’t protect them properly this time.” ---- Note:

"Now that he's dead, his children are taking me to court over the inheritance. They want to throw me out with nothing to my name! They even hit me!" Despite his usual calm and composed demeanor, Jerome shattered a glass that day. From that moment on, a rift grew between us—an unbridgeable chasm we could never cross. … It was still dark outside when the sound of the front door's digital lock echoed through the house. Half-asleep, Jerome pressed his fingers to his temple and sat up with an annoyed look. "So, you still remember that you have a home to return to?" We both turned to look at the door—he, a man, and I, a mere spirit.

There was nothing for me as they were all non-fiction. "Ahh!..." Finally my gaze fell on the book pride and prejudice. It looked like it was very old among one of the first editions seeing the withered pages. Vintage! I opened the book as the moment I laced my eyes on the first page of the book where it was written Alizey Shah someone's radiating voice echoed in the library as I already knew who it could be. Fahad Shah! His father and sir to me. "You seem quite interested in someone's property."

She’s worth everything, including my virginity. It’s not an unforgivable sin. Jesus forgave the prostitute. He’ll forgive me. It’s something I have to do. There’s nothing else left. I carefully fold the letter back up and put it in my pocket, then quietly leave the room. Marco is asleep in his chair, snoring softly, his hands dangling limply in his lap, head thrown back, mouth drooping open. The imposter who slipped the note under my door didn’t wake him. “Marco!” I say, loud enough to get his attention, but not so loud I’ll alert Ethel or Betsy