Romans & histoires When Narcissism Comes To Church

Eyes rolling, she huffs, "Same thing, just different. Well, fill me in. What's going on?" Face-planting myself, I answer, "You go first. I need some positivity." "Well, my guy and I are getting serious. We met each other's families, and I even joined his church. He's an elder there. He's not only fine and sexy, he's a leader." My smile is fading the longer she talks. Why does her mention of church vex me so much? Her life has nothing to do with mine, so her happiness shouldn't bother me, but it does. The more she speaks, the more I sense her joy, and my spirit is cringing.

Nadir was thinking now how beautiful things were happening in this church right now, in front of her eyes, and how much she would like to be at the altar with Miguel. Nathaniel could not pass up any opportunity to follow Nadir, so had to be at this wedding, although he did not like being in holy places, especially churches. Like any demon, all the holiness around irritated him, but Nathaniel could not give up and take the fugitive out of his sight. Invisible to people, he was standing right next to the door, as far from the altar as possible, leaning nonchalantly against the wall, trying to hold on in this sacred place as long as possible. Thus Nathaniel watched his target's every move.

“What is that supposed to mean?” “Church is only 180 years old; we only meet our Fated after 200 years of being a vampire, and yet you and Church were blessed like this.” He says, looking me in the eye. “Don’t insult my Goddess by refusing the gift she’s given you and don’t insult my brother by rejecting him.” “A lot of don’ts to give to someone who hates authority,” I grumble, finishing my glass and fidgeting in my seat. Then I turn around and immediately spot Church in a corner booth with a woman on his lap. “Besides, does it look like he wants me?” I ask, and a sharp pain shoots through my heart.

Shouting that the next year will be their year every-time year in year out will keep giving them the same results if they do the same routines and not try new stuffs or work harder. God is not a magician. He only crowns efforts. When 12am was getting nearer, the church was getting fuller. I've noticed that in Nigeria, people think it's very necessary for new year to meet them in church such that most people even come to church by 11:50pm. When it was an hour to twelve, deliverance and healing started and people started to fall and rise for whatever reasons. Oh yea! Holy Spirit! I've always wondered why everyone around me fall and shout when the pastor touches their heads while I remain stand

The answer is yes, when two seconds later he tells us to 'take a moment to welcome our brothers and sisters in the Lord' to church. If you don't know what that means, it means enduring handshakes and cologne-filled hugs from total strangers. I groan, full blown psychological pain coursing through my body. I didn't bring my phone to church, i never do, and I always end up regretting that decision. I should be in Teens church right now with Josie, not bored out of my mind in this mini cathedral. We would be whispering about something now, maybe how the woman with that tight lemon dress is sitting like a mannequin, or the wolverine-claw tribal marks of the other man's face–if i hadn't listened

He knew he was getting under my skin. "I can't believe people like you come here." I tilted my head a little higher at my words. I can mess with him too. "People like me?" "Murderous demons. If I throw holy water on you, would it burn?" My little smile grew at the thought of that. He slowly undid his tie. What the fuck? Who undresses during a church service? His head turned to me "Watch your mouth or someone like me will gag you while sitting in church."

My strength. I clutched my chest tighter. Getting a few stares from passersby. But I didn't care. My feet took me to the church gates. Just a few meters away from the hospital. I assume people like me came here a lot. I hadn't been to church in years. Not since I stopped living with years. Not since I stopped living with my parents. I exhaled and walked into the cathedral. The cathedral was empty, save for the dusty light spilling through the tall stained-glass windows. My footsteps echoed faintly as I moved down the aisle, knees trembling. I sank into one of the wooden pews, pressing my palms together, letting my forehead rest lightly against them.

He knew he was getting under my skin. "I can't believe people like you come here." I tilted my head a little higher at my words. I can mess with him too. "People like me?" "Murderous demons. If I throw holy water on you, would it burn?" My little smile grew at the thought of that. He slowly undid his tie. What the fuck? Who undresses during a church service? His head turned to me "Watch your mouth or someone like me will gag you while sitting in church."

Nick After hours of tossing and turning, I finally drifted off. My dream was tense, fucking hot at first, with rocking hips and straining limbs, pinning Christian to the bed, completely in my power… Just to fuck him, long and slow. He’s moaning my name this time, looking right in my eyes. He knows me. He sees me. But then everyone sees. They shoot that fucking demon in the forehead, as I should have, and they drag me naked to the altar. We were fucking in a church, and the priests are glaring on with disciplinary rods in hand, just like the first time I--