𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜...
When Johanna Dumay moved to the City in hopes for a better future, she already carried her heart of stone. Being the fruit of a br...
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And these signs shall follow them that believe; in My Name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover. Mark 16:17-18
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"Hold on tight, Anna..." I heard Melchour say as he started the motorcycle.
"I-uh... I'm fine..." I forced a laugh. "I have something to hold on to back here so I guess this'll do."
"Anna... I'd feel much more at ease if you hold on to me, we wouldn't know what might happen. It's better to be safe."
He does have a point; I know I should listen to him but the thought of having my arms around his waist for an hour and a half made the butterflies in my stomach fly. How could I actually bring myself to do that? As I heard the engines of the motor come alive, however, I knew instantly I had to swallow my pride.
"A-alright, then..." My hand shivered as I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist. The scent of his shirt smelt of a fabric conditioner I couldn't remember. Oh good heavens, how am I supposed to keep my heart from feeling these silly emotions if these kinds of things continue to happen!?
"Are you ready?" My thoughts altered as I heard his voice.
"Yes, I am." I saw a smile form on his lips as we felt the motorcycle advance. The wind blew aggressively against us as the motorcycle entered the main road. Oh Lord, would you please steady my heart?
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