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dieu godlove jésus

On m'avait souvent parlé de lui . On m'avait souvent dit qu'il était ce sois disant Sauveur; qu'il aimait d'un amour inconditionnel et qu'il était venu se faire homme ici bas pour mourir pour moi.Mais pour moi ce n'était que des histoires à dormir debout.Jusqu'au jour où son amour m'a saisit,il m'a chamboulé,totalement transformé.J'entends encore ces paroles qui résonnent dans ma tete,c'est paroles si profonde qui me démontraient son amour : " Car Dieu a tant aimé le monde qu'il a donné son fils unique afin que quiconque croit , ne périsse pas mais qu'il ait la vie éternel" 

De pécheur à pécheur d'Homme , D'enchaîné à libre,  d'amoureux de la drogue à amoureux de Dieu,LAISSER MOI VOUS RACONTER MON HISTOIRE;All Rights Reserved

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PARTIE 1 : LE COMMENCEMENT
Tue, Jan 23, 2018

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Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Cliché, Touché and Douche by FadedSmoke

{Completed - #12 highest} I was walking on a path all alone at midnight. I was just wondering around, until I saw a guy in a hoodie. He was beating the pulp out of another guy and one more man was on the ground, he was not moving. I gasped. 'Is he dead?' Or he can be unconscious, yeah 'el' he is just unconscious not dead. Duh! Who would kill a guy? As I was proceeding with my thoughts, that hoodie guy turned his face towards me. My heart had a mini heart attack. I turned my heels to the opposite direction and started to run. 'Run Ella, run for your life' was what my mind was screaming to me. I took turns without thinking, that guy was now following me and guess what? I took a wrong turn and which ended up being a dead end ' You are so dead' I thought. So, I started to think what I said last time to the people I love. 'Good night mom, love you.' to my mom, 'Stop annoying me! I'm going to bed.' to dad which also mean I love you, 'See you later Lu, love you!' to Luana. Okay my good bye says I love them all. Now I can die in peace. Granddad I'll meet you soon in the heaven, if you are there. I was still in my deep thoughts until I saw his silhouette. As, he get closer, my heart begin to race faster. I closed my eyes, until I heard him say "Ella?" O to the M to the G, this person actually knows me. I opened my one eye and saw him due to the small light hanging in that ally "Errrrr'ick!" I squeaked and mentally face palmed myself. Even at this state I'm calling him Errr'ick. "I'm sorry your highness, what can I do for you?" I squeaked again while trembling. The next second I heard his fits of laughter. He was rolling on the floor, actually rofling. I was glaring at him but I realised that I'm not in a position to glare. So, I made puppy dog face for him to spare my little life. He stopped but after seeing my face, he started to laugh again. He tried to say between his guffaws "You..... your face .....was epiccc!" He started to gasp for air and had tears in his eyes.

Wings For The Jailbird by Devilsmom

#1 jail #1 fight #1 criminal *** "Don't take it personal, I just like to play it safe, you know." He said, crouching down in front of me to tie each of my ankles to the chair. I couldn't move at all, especially after he duct taped even my waist to the chair. I watched him examine his work whilst he rubbed his beard and then a slow grin creeped onto his face. He bent down and put one end of the duct tape on my damn nipple, went around the chair again and ripped it off. He put the other end on my other nipple and I felt my cheeks heat up in humiliation. "Just to make sure you don't get cold again." He looked at me, his smirk slowly fading again. I gave him a hard stare. His hand reached out and fixed the glasses on my nose. Then he turned the chair so, that I was looking at the couch. He sat down, arms spread out on the back rest of the old leather couch, his eyes fixed on me again. "And now we're gonna talk." *** Belle Valery was a hardworking and rather unpopular law school student. She was almost done with school, had a structured daily schedule that consisted of waking up, going to school, going to the local library and study until she got a headache. She would walk home at night and go to sleep immediately. For almost three years that was all Belle knew and she was hoping to get her degree without further complications. But hope often differs from reality. Especially when her neighbourhood was suddenly on lockdown, because an escapee was on the loose. Belle didn't expect to one day wake up and find said escapee peacefully sleeping in her room. She didn't expect to scream and wake him up. And she didn't expect that morning to be the beginning of their incredible, yet a little complex love story. But life is always better unplanned and unexpected. "The ex jailbird and the lawyer, what a fucking pair."

The Possessive Gang Leaders Princess by 90sxroses

I sit down on my bike looking around the school parking lot. Listening to music, I stand up begin to walk through the student-less parking lot. Honestly, it's not like I meant to be late. My music cut out causing me to hear a whistle. I stop in my tracks and pull my headphones down to my neck. Turning around, I seen a group of men with one guy who just smirked at me. "You new here beautiful?" one of the guys asked. "What do you think Einstein?" cocking my brow. "Ohh. Challenging? I like." he says walking towards me, about two inches away. "Really?" biting my lip, as he continued walking towards me. He reaches out and grabs my hip, "Mmhmm," smiling down at me. Swiftly, I grab his hand, turn him around, kick him right above the back of his knee, and pushes down so he's on his knees in front of me in a position of which I could brake his arm, "What a shame, 'cause personally, I don't like fuck boys with various STD'S." I look at all the men in the group who had their jaws dropped, all except for one, "Touch me one more time, and I'll brake your arm in two." I stand and kick his back so he falls on the concert. "Anyone else?" they stare at me blankly. "Didn't think so." When fuck boy tries to get up, I take my foot and slam him back down. Looking back at the boys, I say, "Later boys." Then, I turn and leave. ~~~~ Truce Mane is a girl who recently moved to New York with her youngest niece and nephew along with her uncle Mike. Truce went through many things as a child. She still went through them. Her mother blamed her for everything. She would get into Street fights. As in, she would fight in a dark alley with whoever she could. Sounds bad, huh? Wrong. *** Dante Kings is the most feared gang leader across the world. While he does have his fuck and Chuck's, he's been looking for his princess. He vowed that when he found her, she'd be his and he would treat her like a queen. When the spit fire moves to town and believes he's finally found her. Has he?

The Queen of Night by mehshanaya

I'll die instead of doing marriage but here I'm standing at door of his hell becoming the wife of the King of Mafia. He fisted my hair tightly and pushed me roughly and I fell down on ground. I look up and found men looking at me with lust I move my head back and look at him. " Remember one thing this is my territory and the one who has come here once, never goes back " the Devil said. I swear one day he'll himself let me go. ______ "You won't touch me" my voice come out confident like I wanted, he didn't answer me. " Why? Are you not man? " I mocked him with a slight chukle. Have you seen Saitan? I have and the moment I saw his eyes I know this is my end. Pure black colour. I just simply close my eyes and release my breath waiting for the consequences. It won't take much time and I feel a harsh grip on my hair like his is ripping them off he pushed me forward and I fell on something soft. " What did you said bitch? He growled in my ear, I just fisted the sheets. ____ " Move your eyes down" he growled at me. I bend according to his every wish, every demand neither raise my voice nor my eyes but now that's enough he took away the reason of my life now I'm not afraid of death. " Ab toh na yeh sar jhukega or na yeh ankhen" I said looking in his eyes I can see the strom rising in his deep charcoal eyes. { Now neither my head will bow down nor my eyes} " Bohot gurur hai tumhe bas kuch din, in kuch dino tumhare gurur le sath sath tumhe bhi tod denge" he said through clehched teeth stepping in closer to me establishing his dominance but I didn't move back. { You have so much ego just few days, in these few days I'll break you with your ego} " Dekhte hai " { Let's see} _____ I'm standing infront of his hell first time I was forced to come here but this time I come with my choice. " Swagat karo mera" I look at the huge iron door of his hell which is front of me. { Welcome me} " Tumhari maut aayi hai" I smriked. { Your death has come}

CHANGES IN MY LIFE [BibleBuild] ManxMan by BiBu013

Another BIBLEBUILD FANFICTION Manxman/ BoyxBoy Thank you for coming into my life and changing it for the better. . ---------------⬇️sneak peek⬇️----------------- He lean his back on his chair, and bring my hand again, and clasped them together. "You know, I've got so many relationships in the past but none of them, I asked myself to be their boyfriend. They are the ones who are always asking me to be their boyfriend," he confessed I want to tease him for being full of himself, but he beat me to it. "You're thinking that I'm being full of myself again right?" then he looks at me sulking I just give him a cheeky smile. "But it's true, I never asked anyone, now it's up to you to believe it or not," he murmured while shrugging "Okay fine, I will believe you now," I told him because I saw him pouting now. "Thanks, love," then he gave me an air kiss. We stayed silent for a couple of minutes, the only thing you can here was the sound of the sea and some insects that are buzzing around. "You know why I took you here?" he started talking again. "Continue," "Because I want you to remember us, me, every time you remember this place, or even go here. I'm not saying that you forgot about your past, but I want you to remember me too when you come here," he's back in his serious/emotional mode again. Started: October 18, 2022 Ended: December 6, 2022

Run, Fight, Repeat by BellaGrace568

" I lunge forward at him hitting his groin with my knee then right between the eyes. As soon as I do, he crashes to the ground, out cold. I go for more, but a pair of arms snatch my waist lifting me up. I kick my legs and flail my arms to get closer but he is too strong. "Let go of me!" I demand. "Shut up." A low strong voice commands."Is he okay?" "He is fine." I grunt. Then the young adult wakes up, then scurries back away from me. "Sorry ma'- miss... " he says, making me angry again. I give him a cold stare. "I'm sorry." He repeats, standing to his feet. "Put. Me. Down." I demand again. With a huff he puts me down. I step forward with full intentions to punch him again but the man behind me takes my arm, holding me back. I jerk forward to get off his grip but he takes my other arm tightly. "Alright! I'm done! I'm done!" I huff in defeat. " This story follows Astrid, a 26 year old female who ran away from home 10 years ago. The only reason she has come back was to get away from the hole she dug her self into. She is running away from her problems again. Life before she ran away wasn't as nice as the public saw it- the sherif's family, happy, and loving. Behind the doors it was orders being barked left and right with no warning or break. Not wanted to deal with this anymore, Astrid ran. On her voyage out, she ran into some trouble that seemed all fine until it wasn't. She comes back home and everything is all fine and dandy until, "Unknown: You thought you could hide forever? I found you, and I can find your friend, Nicole. If you want her safe, you'll be at the ring in an hour." Since Astrid's leave, the town suddenly had a motorcycle gang that hangs around, not realling doing anything in particular, but the sherif doesn't trust them much. Damon being the head of the gang, keeps everything they do quiet. When these two meet up there is obious tention and immediate hatred. ***EDITING TWs: Controling dad, violence, abuse

Destined To Be With You by sidra_akhlaq

"How I wish you had first seen your ugly face in the damn mirror before confessing your shitty feelings to me!" He smiled cunningly while taking a sip from his wine.The floor beneath my feet slipped off like an ice as he brutally threw another dagger towards my heart "You are just a piece of shit, YOU UGLY GOLD DIGGER! You should have at least compared our statuses." He spat those words right on my face while his olive green eyes boiled with lava.I cried like a child and voiced my pain in between those merciless hiccups "I neither loved your money, nor your looks, nor your status. It's only your soul which I had dearly loved since 18 years, Shahveer for God's sake don't do this" I begged him while joining both of my hands.His friends laughed hysterically while calling me with abusive names.He came closer and raised his wine up to the level of my eyes making me feel cringe "Apparently, your filthy caliber doesn't match my prestigious one, sweetheart. Your face is not even worthy to be spat upon" And that's when my whole world collapsed. I blurted out something which I shouldn't have had "I pray to my Lord! May you suffer through the same pain which you have given to me" I cried He laughed "May you madly and deeply fall in love with someone who would also laugh at you" That cunning smile eventually started to fade "May you crazily fall in love only to get humiliation in return and may your heart bleed with the pain of rejection" I continuously denounced evil prayers upon him until my vision started to black out What happens when two spiritually opposite souls are destined to be attracted towards each other but one has to lead a regretful life, while the other has to kill all the dreams?To know more, join the painful spiritual journey of an innocent soul and a ruthless man and let the love whisper through your soul. THIS BOOK ONLY BELONGS TO SIDRA AKHLAQ. ANYONE TRYING TO COPY IT OR ACCUSE IT FOR BEING PLAGIARISED WILL BE REPORTED IMMEDIATELY

Moving In by _CallMe_Crazy

Blaze White is the New Girl at the Prep school in her mothers old home town. But her only goal for senior year is to keep a low profile, no friends, no parties and NO boys. Axel may be adored and worshipped by his peer-but he hates people, except 5. So when a beautiful but closed off girl suddenly enters his group. He is not welcoming of the mysterious beauty despite the pull they both feel. •••• WARNING: This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt. *** Like a deer in head lights, I freeze and watch as the car comes towards me expecting to get hit. But to my surprise, the car swerves to the side slightly next to me and comes to a stop. I take a deep breath I didn't know I was holding at the driver's side door swings open and a very pissed off Axel steps out. "Thank god," I mumble and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath. "Blaze?" He says and I hate it. I hate how he says my name as if it's his. Like he knows it's the only thing I want to hear, him calling out to me, looking at me, focused to me. It's the first time in my life I wanted someone's attention so badly I didn't care how I got it. And that was too dangerous for me to hold onto. "Are you insane or some shit? I could have killed you!" He says and starts to walk towards me. I take a big breath and step back away from him, "s-stop! Axel," I stutter still panting. It's then he notices the blood on my hands and shirt. "Is that blood?" He asks staring at my shirt and I take another step back. "Stop, stay b-back," I try to say confidently but I can't even breath right. Realizing he won't listen I start to turn around planning to make a break for it. "Don't run from me Blaze it won't go well," he growls reading my thoughts causing me to freeze in my spot. "Do not ever think you can get away from me."

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Echo of the Past

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.