Twisting Scripture Novels & Stories

He leaned in closer, his breath brushing Ryan’s ear. "I’m trying to wake you up." --- The room seemed to tilt sideways for a moment. Claire could feel it—that shift. The kind that came before everything went horribly, irrevocably wrong. "There’s someone else pulling the strings," Mason said, louder now, his gaze flicking meaningfully toward Claire before snapping back to Ryan. "Someone much closer to you." The words hung heavy in the air, thick with threat and betrayal. Claire felt like the ground beneath her feet had vanished.

I didn’t know how to give it to him. The invitation felt heavier the more I held onto it. Aleksander was in the study. The door was cracked a little, enough for me to hear the quiet murmur of his voice over a call. His voice didn’t carry like it usually did. It was tired. Drained. Like he was finally letting go of everything he’d carried through the court case. And here I was, holding something that could undo it all. That name. Ida.

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

Shaking her head in a frantic motion, Emmeline fought the intoxicating pull of his proximity. This man was temptation incarnate. He was a walker of iniquity sent to drag her down into a den of ruin. She squeezed her eyes shut and desperately summoned the ultimate shield of her faith to combat the heat pooling in her belly. "Greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world. First John chapter four, verse four." She gasped the scripture in a breathless rush, clinging to the verse as a frantic reminder that the holy spirit within her was supposed to conquer the sinful flesh of the world. Yet her body continued its rank betrayal.

" I threw at them after I was done with furious writing, I sighed. I wanted to talk but my throat was paining. Screw doctors, screw their predictions. Screw them constantly putting human in a state of fear. They would say something wasn't possible, were they the Creator? ; who gave and took. I looked at my family; mom, Lut, Maryam, Abdulrahman, Yusuf, and his parents. "Oh dear," Yusuf's father said softly, "Allah really blesses you with knowledge. You are knowledgeable, I wish I was blessed with a daughter like you. May Allah bless you. I've learnt something new today" remarked, wiping his face. "And He said in surah AL-Israa," Say: "Call upon Allah, or call upon Rahman: by whatever name ye

My head was down and my focus into the purse that I was aware of the other person coming from the other side. It was only then I noticed when I bumped into them causing the both of us to stumble down onto the floor. “Oof!” he suck up a breath when my entire weight fell on him then his hands were on my bareback. I tensed and tried to get up but my hand was stuck behind his back. And I want to believe it was twisted as well because of the throbbing pain. “Stop moving. You will make it worse,” the person said and I will admit. His deep husky voice was so soothing, it made me want to relax and be taken care of but I didn’t give into the temptation. I needed to get up. Like now!

Crossing his arms over his chest he looks at him expectantly. “She's a twin.” “Get to the point.” “I- I think that was the point.” Sanele looks at Snakes with pursed lips. Snakes raise his eyebrow, he nods in understanding as he retrieves his phone to play some game on it. “Right, go on.”

His mother had given him instruction to clear out the loose end who had threaten to expose them if they don’t add to his pay. “You know one thing about weed, Josh?” Ryan said to the guard who shielded him with the umbrella. “No matter how you treat them, they are still unwanted” he added and started walking over to were Martin was. The sound of the water splashing as Ryan stepped on puddles notified Martin that someone was behind him. “The dead are unconscious of nothing; that’s a popular saying from the Jehovah’s Witnesses yunno” Ryan stated as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. He held it out and a guard lit it up for him.

This was what it mеant to bе truly alivе, to burn with such sеaring brightnеss that thе rеst of thе world palеd into insignificancе. Timе sееmеd to splintеr and twist around thеm, еach sеcond an еtеrnity trappеd in thе throеs of unrеlеnting passion. Sarah barеly rеgistеrеd thе sounds bеing torn from hеr own lips – nееdy whimpеrs and guttural moans that sеrvеd as a brеathlеss aria to thе unholy joining of thеir bodiеs.