Kristenminecraft Stories

"Dad! Dad! Read me the story again pleaseeee" the small boy begged of his father, "which one mate?" The little boy smiled "the one of the goddess of death and her angel!" The father chuckled picking up the small 6 year old boy and carrying him to a bookshelf grabbing the dusty old book with the depiction of a goddess on the cover and male in front of her. The two sat down on the comfy creaky bed of the father as the story began with clear of the throat and a turn of the page.

This is a story that I have been having in my head for awhile, sooo, I decided to show to ya'll! Enjoy!