Novel & Cerita The Magic Christian Novel

CHAPTER ELEVEN -> AWAKENING So the new church doesn’t have a single nun in it but not to worry I have got my eyes on a bigger, curvy, perky fish. I gotta admit this exorcist nonsense is not as bad as I had imagined. I thought I wouldn’t be able to clap cheeks anymore but I think someone is digging my vibe. Well one thing is certain, if it works out, nothing and no one is going to mar it. Lets start today’s confession, shall we?

But on God, I have read about him just in papers and saw him TV shows, untill now. Honestly, he was beautiful. After spending some days with him at the office, I could confirmed what Majorie had said. He was truly someone women will kill for. But would I ever do that, hell no... I found myself, vigorously shaking my head. "Is there a problem, Miss Lucy?" Mr.Christian glanced at me, with a scowl on his face as he held out the door of his red sports car. "Has the hunger enter into your head, why are you shaking it?"

her voice breaks off into sobs that vibrate through her plumpy frame and the slimmer woman hugs her, patting her back as she ugly cries. Khatri nods slowly, his pulse hammering in his veins. in his years of being a priest, Khatri has done many exorcisms that he already knew the signs just by being told, but a large part of him couldn’t believe that his Matthew, that sweet thing in white plaid shirts and khakis, sitting at the second row in the pew every Sunday could be possessed.

Emily scolded. After minutes of climbing the team of four finally reached underground. Chambers broke the descent, flashes of painted walls catching their light. First—bright colors: gods crowned in gold, kings lifted in triumph. Then darker—angels turning away, mortals bound in chains, eyes painted so sharply they seemed alive. The beauty bled into menace with every step. "Damn," Caleb exclaimed, staring at the walls. "They even inscribed death spells on the walls" Emily whispered. "Death spells?" Eric muttered, his voice bouncing off the stone. "That's comforting."

The fire was clearly visible in Christian's eyes. Tears coming out of my eyes. "No, sir no, Please let me go I beg you I will not tell anything to anyone, whatever happened here. Even after today I will not show you my face. Please let me go from here….For God sake I repeat again that it's not what you are thinking." I was saying so much that Christian has come to me. He came closer and sat down near me . He put his hand on my face and then took it down to my waist. I immediately took his hand away from my body and moved away from him

He yanks his zipper down, and that monster cock springs out into the open air. My breath freezes. Fuck. My clit instantly throbs, sending a hot, electric shock straight between my legs. My pussy weeps, soaking the fabric of my shorts before I can even blink. My right hand slips down under my clothes, sliding straight between my thighs. Jeez, he's so big. Fuck… no wonder Claire abandoned her children for him. On the screen, Christian is stroking himself, his face twisted in a mask of raw torment. "He's such a bad daddy," I whisper out loud to the empty room, my breath hitching in my throat.

As for Christian, his face instantly became dark and horrible, as if he had eaten sh*t. “Why? Do you still want us to rally people?”

Christian suddenly looked childish like a kid. Jessica widened her eyes, "Mr. Maddox, you better not mix them up. He is a normal friend of mine, and we’re just drinking coffee normally. But you were having close physical contact! Do you understand what physical contact is?" "In my opinion, it is not normal for you to have coffee with him," Christian said in a dull tone. Jessica rolled her eyes and said, "That's because you are abnormal." Christian raised his head and said in a serious tone, "I was in a trance and suddenly hugged by her. It will never happen again!"

James smiled at her and dived into the first book, looking for any information that could be useful. Half an hour later, having made notes on what little the three titles held, he stood to head back to search for a few others. Seeing his frustration, Eliza slid down a seat and said, “Here. Take this one. I’m done with it.” She handed him a biography on the life of William Donovan. “Thanks. This is perfect.” “Just make sure and word it in your own way and include a bibliography. Otherwise Dr. Thomas will freak.”

Chapter 24 My eyes were burning from staring at Christian's laptop screen for six hours straight, but I couldn't stop scrolling through supernatural legal databases. “Find anything useful?” Christian asked, setting a mug of coffee next to me along with a stack of ancient-looking books that smelled like dust and old leather.