Twisting Scripture Novels & Stories

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…..

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.

“My favorite was the monk. I possessed his favorite nun and made her sneak into his cell. She sucked him off while he tried to pray the rosary out loud. Every time he stumbled over a prayer, she took him deeper. He finished down her throat, sobbing for God to strike him dead. The other monks heard everything through the walls.” My cock strains now, aching. I hate my body for this betrayal. I reach for the small vial of holy oil I keep beside me and quickly apply some to my forehead, tracing the sign of the cross. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, I cast out any unclean spirit,” I say firmly. A low, devilish chuckle comes through the lattice. Not human. It sl

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.”

"And be crushed with your company? No thanks. I think following you will benefit me a lot instead. See? I am loyal to you now. You better pay me a triple amount of a secretary's regular salary every month, okay?" "...You are really a fool." "What are you—Oops. Sorry." Hansel suddenly bumped into a girl who is bringing several books in her arms. He quickly crouches down to pick up the books and give them back to the girl. Hansel smiled at her and apologizes for bumping into her. The girl also apologizes for her clumsiness before her gaze slowly falls on Keith who is waiting for Hansel. Keith only gives the girl a glance before calling for Hansel to hurry up.

"If you are just as strong as you said— I personally think it's probably impossible to take you away, even by force. As for the ancient scriptures… why don't we just give them what they want…? I'm sure they would leave once they have the scriptures. It's probably hard for us to identify the spies anyway." "You mean… a fake scripture…?" Principal asked. "True, they weren't able to identify and understand the contents of the scripture. If we just scramble the scriptures with a fake one, increase the security level around the stone tablets and cut off their communications with a signal jammer and magic sealing stone…"

“And if she’s using physical conduits, there must be texts that describe counter-rituals. The old priests wrote about spiritual cleansing. Possession-breaking.” “Possession?” The word burned in my throat. Lira nodded slowly. “That’s what this is, Damon. The first thread of it.” Rayna exhaled, steady but cold. “Then we find the thread and cut it before she weaves the rest.” “Somewhere in this library,” Lira said, scanning the endless shelves, “there’s a volume called ‘Divine Inversions.’ It’s one of the oldest texts on corrupted bindings. Half myth, half manual. I haven’t read it yet; the last archivist sealed it after the war of the twin gods. Thanks to Wendrah we have it here. But if the se