The Warning Religious Book Novels & Stories

I stop in my tracks, tipping my head a bit to the side to read the spine of the book that caught my eyes. ‘Function’. I raise my brow. I pluck it out from its shelf, turning it back to read the summary. ‘Warning: Do not read.’ Why would anyone put this book, write it and say, “Do Not Read”? That is just pure stupid, I mean, the author could have just placed it in his desk, let it dust over and never publish it if a ‘Do Not Read’ note was written in the back of the book. I shook my head in utter disbelief and shrugged it off and turned to the first page. There was another note, ‘You have been warned.’

Below them seemed to be normal humans and animals. She wondered where the building the two deities were hovering over was on the continent. She walked to the shelf beneath the tapestry and skimmed the titles. Most of them seemed to be religious books about the deities and creation, but there was one titled The Great Conflict. She pulled it from the shelf and opened it to the first page.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

He watched me like a predator the entire time, his cock half-hard in his sweatpants. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl,” he warned at one point, cornering me against the counter and sliding two fingers deep inside me just to feel how messy I still was. “Keeping Daddy’s cum inside this greedy little cunt all day.” By afternoon, the tension was unbearable. I was constantly wet, aching, and throbbing. Dean had gone to his home office to “get some work done,” but I knew he was just as distracted as I was. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I've been a healer in the Neutral Territory for almost ten years. I've always put my patients' lives before my own. So when the trauma wing called, I didn't hesitate. I turned and rushed back. But just as I reached the entrance to the trauma wing, a line of scrolling red text appeared out of nowhere. I froze. I shook my head, rubbed my eyes, wondering if the full moon watch had finally fried my brain. But the blood-red words were still there, floating right in front of me.

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

All I hoped for was that it wouldn’t be too dry to read. “For the Mother, the one who supports us, who guides us, who helps us.” My eyes rolled slightly at the dedication at the start of the book. I wasn’t particularly religious; I never went to church unless it was for a wedding, baptism, or funeral. Not that there was anything wrong with being religious, but my priorities were just different. The book went on to explain how the world was created, how the kingdoms had been divided among them, and what magical powers existed in each kingdom.

12-13) Rudolf kneeled as he returned to their room and continued to pray while reading! 'Don't you realize that you are God's temple and that God's spirits dwell in your midst?' ' (5:9) 'I write to you in a letter to advise you not to associate with sexually immoral people-. 'But now I'm writing you that you must not associate with anyone who claims to be a brother or sister but is sexually immoral or greedy, an idolater or slanderer, a drunkard or swindler. Do not eat with such people.'

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

His face was bright with excitement, eyes burning like fever. “You read the warnings,” he said, walking toward me slow and sure. “You see what they feared. What they hid. They said it could not be taken. They said it could only be given. But they were wrong. Or perhaps… they just did not know the whole truth.” He laid the book on a stone table nearby, flipping it open to pages covered in strange, swirling script and diagrams I had never seen before.