Twisting Scripture Novels & Stories

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

I yell at Vivian in anger. “What exactly are you talking about? Why would I give such order to her? Everyone already knows how useless she is, so even if I wanted to do such a thing, why would I send her when I obviously knew that she would make sure that it leads right back to me? She’s the one who did this, so you are free to do anything you want to her,” Cassius yells in anger, pushing Vivian toward me, telling me to do whatever I want with her.

'The Lord's thoughts are not like our thoughts, and His ways transcend our ways. Just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are His ways higher than ours. Like rain and snow that flourish the earth, His word goes forth and accomplishes its purpose, never returning empty. It achieves what He desires and fulfills His divine plan.'

He whispered against her lips, causing her to smile timidly and then she felt him pressing his lips against hers in an ethereal gentle manner. “I love you so much, Ella….” He cooed in between their kiss, making her wrap her arms around him and kissed him back but only after whispering those words back to him. “I love you more, your Ella's Kieran….” And that's here ends the journey of a lost soul and His Twisted Salvation i.e Kieran and His Ella…..

I love her for this. My stomach twists with the information. I hadn't checked either of my phones, staying as far away from communication as I could. Why would he do that? Jacob shifts in his position before rolling his eyes at El's side note. "Anyway, we were in advanced potions, and a girl—I can't remember her name—was asking about demonic scripture and how it is used to twist a potion into something different. She said some historians say it can intensify or reverse the intended nature of the potion. Have you heard about this before?" he asks me.

He pinned me down, his body pressing mine into the mattress. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. His hands roamed my body, ignoring my struggles and protests. I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I realized I was trapped, unable to escape the consequences of my own weakness. Just then , the door opened widely. “What’s going on here!!”

We rummaged through her old things until we found it—her worn copy of The Divine Comedy. Page 114, faintly circled in pencil. And hidden between the pages? A letter. Addressed to me. Sia, If you’ve found this, it means everything fell apart just as I feared it would. But I’m not writing to say I’m sorry. I’m writing because someone else knows. His name is Ambrose. He was part of it once—part of what Papa did. But he left. He turned against them. I loved him once. I trusted him. He knows things that even Viktor feared.

“There was the mother superior in a convent outside Rome. I possessed her favorite novice and made the girl seduce her in the garden. I had that pure woman on her knees between the novice’s thighs, licking with tears running down her face. Then I made the novice strap on a carved wooden phallus and fuck her superior against a tree while the rest of the sisters prayed nearby. The superior came so hard she bit through her lip.” My breathing turns rough. I can almost hear the wet sounds she describes. My shaft pulses with every heartbeat. I press the heel of my hand against it under the table, trying to hide the movement. The others keep talking about roof tiles and budgets. They have no idea.

She ordered again, pulling out cash. “I don’t think you should have another drink.” “And I think you should know you’re not the boss of me.” She shot him a look. They weren’t in the office. She was on vacation. He wasn’t her boss here. He wasn’t even her friend. Just her almost‑stepbrother. Fuck. Andres raised his hands. “It’s hard to travel when you’re tipsy. You don’t want people taking advantage of you. You don’t know who you’ll sit beside.”